A Sandwich and Jewish Grapes
In Rob’s Huebel’s dream
Chewbacca turns evil and slits the throat of Rob
Careful not to let the spitting blood seep into his skin
And thus darkly contaminate him
He’s been lying there...slumped on the grass
Eyes blinded by the Sun of Venus
His pixelated dong dangling
His thin dog growling in the distance
His mind has been
Carved into porous rock for so long
The dream is turning nightmare
Snapping sounds scares him .
His lids are stitched with spider threads
Stitched with tough leather threads
He cannot see
He struggles in his sleep.
I wish my Mama had not died, he wails,
When I was only 10.
I’ve waited for her all these years for her to come to me
With a Sandwich and some Jewish Grapes.
Kristine Byrne 9th June 2012