Monday

The following is from a workshop I did with poet Kim Dower wherein we took our dreams and the dreams of others and fused them together to form new works. From the title to the verses, these were some of the words and imagery I overheard.

From within the tunnel I see the light.

Tell me that you love me.

Tell me and make it so.

Nevermind the dogs. Nevermind the cats.

Fighting by the wayside, backs towards the door.

From within the tunnel I hear a torso hanging. Hanging by the wayside, backs toward the door.

Tell me that you love me.

Tell me and make it so.

Nevermind the dogs. Nevermind the cats.

Fighting by the wayside, backs towards the door.

From within the tunnel I hear the engine racing. I hear the engine roar.

Tell mother I love her. Tell her and make it so.

Nevermind the cliff side, racing towards the door.

Nevermind the falling.

The falling to the floor.