Poet's Showcase-Glenise Lee
DYING’S LIKE DREAMING

His mind,
out of control,
plays tag
down decaying pathways.
Dislocated, disjointed images
pile, heaped,
jumbled out of time.
Bizarre visitations
by the dead,
jostle for place
with the living.
"I’ve had enough now."
Eyes flicker
behind lightly closed lids.
"I’m going to school now".
Legs thrash weakly
beneath thin cotton sheets
and his spirit
picks up his satchel
and leaves.

copyright Glenise Lee 2001