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I dreamt of being transported to a strange alien land
The sky was splattered with lumps, of red gooey sand 
Spacemen appeared through it, with rubbery hands
This wasn’t on my bucket list, I could not understand 

Another blip sent shockwaves, from above my head 
These spooky apparitions, where filling me with dread 
Holy smoke billowed up, and was starting to spread
Tears filled my eyes, forming a most peculiar watershed 

Consciousness was with me, but sanity was in doubt 
Behind the holy smoke, a blurry spaceman called out
“Bring a crossover line, we’ve got to clear the mouth
It’s not looking too good, we better take another route”

Metallic objects clanging, triggered anxiety all around 
The holy smoke dissipated, making a hissing sound 
Alone and frightened, I was now sliding underground 
Buried in a noisy tunnel, claustrophobically profound 

Lights flashed over and over, in a flicker show display
I could see a picture emerging, maybe groundhog day 
Perhaps a Dali painting, morphing surrealistically away 
Which blended eerie intrigue, into perplexing dismay 

I cried for holy smoke, as breathing was no easy task 
Instead it was replaced, by some tightly fitted mask 
A voice said “no more smoking for you, don’t even ask
Do you enjoy life in oxygen tents, and nebulising flasks”………..oh!


By
David Kavanagh

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