where the water tastes like wine
...i'm going where the water tastes like wine
you can jump in the water, stay drunk all the time...
old song
i am looking out the window
the window is a car window
and it is moving
the world, this city, is speeding by
and i am unsure about dreaming
i am in a dream
going to the water
i hear voices mumble
and turn to concerned faces
knocking to get in
my eyes betray me
everything is unclear and moving
the sky is blue and blurred
i see clouds like pandora's boxes
littering the sky with the problems of man
the voices are calling
i feel a hand on my shoulder
it is a dream
i am looking at myself in the distance
and see a hand on my shoulder
and hear the voices knocking
the wine is tasting sweeter
the water coming closer
the darkness winning
Copyright © michael dennis / South Western Ontario Poetry 1983
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