Mouvelle&Liv

My room is dark and I've crawled into bed
The blinds block out the light the streetlamps shed
My mobile's turned off, my computer is, too
I've just finished my book, I'm finally through.

I cuddle up in my blanket, get my pillow in place
Say good night to the world and drop out of fast pace
I close my eyes after today's last blink
And that
Is when I start to think.

I think about friends I haven't seen in a while
If I should get in touch?
No, I decide, it's their turn this time
And that I have called often enough.

I think of the city from which I just returned
About the plane that I took.
About pollution and statistics and climate change
And about measures and methods in books.

And when I'm at it I think about gas-
What if power was suddenly gone?
And food and hunger and water and thirst
And several worlds in one.

I think about peace and battles and war
About Woodstock and things that I've missed.
About this calling I'm waiting for
And wonder why I'm suddenly pissed.

I think of stars and planets and space
Nebulas, darkness and teams.
Of Enterprises and Harrison Ford
Of movies and of my dreams.

I'm missing my friends and start thinking of maps
Of countries I plan to see
Of lakes and oceans and mountains and views
One year from now – where'll I be?

I think of height and cities and towns
And buildings like skyscrapers tall
And then I picture me falling down
And open my eyes after all

To calm myself down I think of a song
Of music in films, and of writers
Of directors and actors and ancient ships
And thrown out cigarette lighters

My thoughts reach rhymes and poetry
And lyrics of newly heard songs
Reach whales and waves and the chair in my room
And daring and rights and wrongs.

Pictures I took lit'rally ages ago
Start flashing in front of my eyes
I think of feelings and reasons and vows
Of promises, ventures and lies

And just when I wanted to go back to sleep -
A looming alarm clock is soon to beep -
My mind comes up with two glaring green eyes
And that
Is when I turn on the light.

I wonder 'bout fear
And I wonder 'bout time
Wonder 'bout ring tones
And when the church's clock will chime

My thoughts rush on to solar cells
To colours and pencils, to coal and nut shells
Back to time and on to machines
To black and blue hearts and classic blue jeans.

To metres, confusion and errors in tests
Plutonium, power plants, bullet proof vests
Guitars, pianos and three membered bands
To stories and ghosts and yet unknown brands

To seasons like winter and cold soon to come
To changes and flags and t-shirts and fun
To spirals, shoes and alien life
The bitter fact that nothing survives

To souvenirs, sweets and future trips
To scarves and universities
To funerals, weddings and fish'n'chips
To beaches and laughing and seas.

To flea markets, clouds and drizzle and quotes
On to a ship in a bottle
Reaching maelstroms, the matrix and letters and chords
And a cute little axolotl

I'm reminded of things that I have repressed
Of deleted files and diaries
Think about the syllables to be stressed
Think of grits and groceries

Of locked boxes and lactose intolerance kids
And iguanas and coffee mugs
Of racism and human rights
And wonder why people take drugs

Think of rock'n'roll and dead guys I miss
Although I've never seen them
Of stuffed animals and trains and rides
Of records, disease and brain stems

I run through the vortex forming out of my mind
Think of the swing at the playground
Think of air vents and systems and types of wind
And keep running and running around

My hand is clenched tightly around my flash light
The light in my room's now unbearably bright
The clock tower's chiming stroke after stroke
And that's
When I realize that I just woke.

Liv