I Had a Dream. By CpSingleton (c) 2014
I had a dream…
Men were fighting in corridors.
Not with anger as a shield, but
Laughing as they smashed each
Other against bare walls, leaving
Skull, teeth and claret pools.
I weaved my way through.
Not my scene, not my bag,
Until I came I came to a room.
The room was busy with men
Dressing for a day in a factory.
They talked of tits and tots.
They joked of football teams that
Made no sense. Like Liverpool
City FC and Chelsea United.
I reached into a locker that
Wasn’t actually there and pulled,
With magickal precision an old
Ragged, dirt covered overall out.
The talk moved on to music and
Whether Sheena Easton was No. 1
The day began with sweaty goggles.
Of vodka bottles and birthday
Songs sung across high wire
Fences to spouses and children.
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