4am Or So Poem by Sid Davies

I keep getting dreams about flying
a huge steak pie you I can almost taste
digging up ten bob bits till your nails bleed
now I’m swooping from a flat roofed building
in a weird Trumptonesque landscape
plasticine trees and grass too green to be plasticine
I’m gliding about two feet four and a half inches from the ground
like you might float down a river on your back
only on your front and I’m skilful at it
now everyone is watching and marvelling
and I wonder if I’m flat out face down on my bed
with a huge smile on my face surveying google earth
then I’m up and away with my underpants over my trousers
with a steam train still running over my shoulder
as the world quakes below me and I’ve a ship
over the other shoulder and I put the cracks back
your always waiting for the momentum to give way
but wanting it to go on never end dreams illusions
things that are not real that cannot be explained
something magical inexplicable some tangible
neglect