Facsimile of my imagination.

A 5 way 'rotating' collaboration poem
Inspired at the Edinburgh All-Comers Writers Club October 2014.

My fantasies are as vivid as a rose
blighted and blown upon a vivid wind
we are but speckles in the dark of night
and blessed with dreams of song and flight
cursed by demonic enslavement
in a dark satanic basement
of a non-concession manacle factory
the menace of that memory lingers deeply
death stalks me, pain drives me
drives me to the shops for sweeties
and I simply adore sugar tweeties
and beetroot stuffed with aubergines
simmer then immerse in sober dreams
rock gently, bathe, flaunt to please
shove it down your pants with ease
and go to Deep Sea Fry for chips and mushy peas
and shitty jobbies if you please
semen in your hair and scabby knees
newsprint on your hand, blood in your tears
piss in ma tennapants, smell like a dog
I've  turned into an ugly, ravenous, groundhog.