Dream Lessons: #19 – Oooh, dream

[Thanks to my housemate for the title]

If a Burger King burger is so hot that they have a ‘queue guard’ to screen people before letting them order, it’s probably too hot. Don’t try to order one for your daughter.


Poem as I lie dying

[As the title says, really… well, at least, I wrote it t’other week when I was laid up with food poisoning and thought slipping away was a distinct(ly unlikely) possibility – enjoy!]

Fading light and I feel heavy

I hear Death gurgling within me

Feel him in each laboured breath

One more expired until I rest.