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Maybe I should fingerprint my dreams

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Dirty rain
In my head
I'm in the car
Thinking again
Feel my eyes slowing down
Watching the condensation growing
And the raindrops tracing tear-trails
On the other side of the windscreen
The raindrops magnify an unclear world

Dirty rain
Is so cold
The glass mists
With my breathing
Slowly breathing
I glimpse finger-drawn on the glass
A heart-shape
It slowly appeared like a ghost
In the car alive again
Not just in the car
In my breath

Cocooned again
My dreams amiss
My view a flat and opaque grey
The heart-shaped symbol on the windscreen
A silent memory I don't want to keep
So I sweep my hand across cold glass
And soak my palm with my misted breath
I can see the dirt engrained
In my loops and whorls

Maybe I should fingerprint my dreams
Maybe I should fingerprint my dreams
Maybe all these thoughts weren't mine at first
These fitful views and words
Are they yours?

Turn the radio on...

Static is purest poetry
Purest bliss
Harsh anguish
It says everything you want it to
And nothing that you don't want it to
Meet you, date you
Love you
Hate you
All the world turning grey
It's just the rain that gives your ghost away
It's the rain that gives your ghost away

Copyright © Graham Alsop 1995.

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