Dream

1 March 2015

from Apocalypse Dreams

how shit would it be if the end of the world
was a rave in the snow. yet here it is. muddy
snowy footfalls & loud music & stoned eyes
with drugs generated from beetroot compounds
nicknamed ‘banz’ and my brother discovers this
& loves it, raves. we dance or rest from dancing
as the edges of the world get smaller and closer
& the snow drips its blobs from the shrinking sky.

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