Dream Sharing
Yes, we do share our dreams,
of course we leave out the inadmissible,
the dark alcoves and the flying monkeys.
At breakfast I scratch in a notebook,
doodle questions like
why I feel a duck-billed platypus
is still nibbling my brain?
I remember then the billabong and the ‘jolly swagman’
all of whom party-crashed my REM-sleep.
I ask: did you dream in the night dear?
“Flamingo” she says tersely
as if I were prying too deep.
After a pause,
“You ran over my pet flamingo
with that big stupid truck of yours.”
I thoughtfully buttered some toast.
“It was the flying monkey’s”
I reply weakly.
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