& Charlotte
I had a ghastly dream
A horrible horrible dream
I had committed an unspecified crime
Against Madame Guillotine
And I was being punished
They had laid my head
On a wooden block
I was looking
Towards the blade
This would be my last image
I was also naked from the waist down
My legs were akimbo and secured
Bets were being taken
Would I shit or piss myself
As the blade fell
Madame Guillotine
In an act of revenge
Had ordered that a slip
Should be pinned to my palm
Would you have won
It is hard to say
As the pin was not secure
The slip soon drifted in the breeze
And then nothing
Nothing at all
You dreamt of your own death
No I woke up in a sweat soaked bed
That is the advantage of dreams
Guy Grissom
I had injured my leg
It was heavily stitched
From my hip to my ankle
Ugly black cotton stitches
Soon the time came for removal
I returned to the hospital
Which was no more than
A decaying outbuilding
When I opened my eyes
The stitches were gone
My leg was pristine
I had suffered no scar
The railway booking hall
Had retained its original geography
I was not wearing a suit
Which was the minimum requirement
I was wearing scruffy jeans
And a large white cotton shirt
Which in my thoughts
Was rather feminine
I knew that I would be sent directly home
In disgrace Grace my name is Charlotte
In disgrace Grace I was born in Charlotte
I was trying to place your accent
Charlotte by name Charlotte by birth
I knew that I would lose my position
So I stayed on the train
Past my normal station
I closed my eyes
The scar had returned
My jeans were torn
The stitches were present
Our city was undulating with ancient buildings
There were many market stalls
Selling severed heads
Some were kept in crates under the tables
These consisted of many species
Races genders
Without known limit
And then I found you bloodied but pure
There was a look of serenity on your face
I supposed a slight but fading smile
Under your remains
I found another severed head
Which was familiar far too familiar
Its dried and cracked lips were
Were carelessly stitched together
There was no hint of a smile
The eyes were black liquid blank
No life was evident or supposed