203/365: I Had a Dream Last Night, and In That Dream…
Sometimes when I sit down to write poetry, I am half asleep, and when I wake up, things have gone all sideways on me. This is one of those poems, so please do not ask it for absolute coherency. It cannot provide that for you.
Also, I have watched a good deal of the Republican National Convention's live feed over the last few days, which I am hoping gives you some kind of idea what is wrong with my brain right now.
I sailed in a toy boat,
certain we were unsinkable,
because toys suffer no tragedies.
I once discovered my uncle's favourite doll
twenty years after he last put it away.
Her celluloid toes were pushed in
and her dress was torn,
but her face held its smile.
She had believed until the end.
Me and my toy boat
joked about the garrulous sea we were on,
how it lapped and frothed and splashed,
because we were certain.
We believed almost right up until the end,
like any good toys would,
BUT THEN TRUMP HAPPENED, THE TOY STEALER,
AND HE SENT PENCE TO STEAL A PIECE OF OUR BOAT,
AND WE SANK TO THE BOTTOM OF THE BATHTUB
LIKE A COUPLE OF FOOLS
WHO DIDN'T KNOW THAT EVEN TOY BOATS CAN SINK.
I am writing one poem every day in 2016, and I am using the hashtag #365poems to document my progress.