Between Cloud Nine And The Land Of Nod

Between Cloud Nine And The Land Of Nod

By Paul McCann

I paid all the debts that I had

I was beached upon a busy street

with no shoes upon my feet

and I watched the bluebirds take the maddening crowd away .

I drifted off like a kite into the sky upon a bike

and in a dream I saw the sun sinking in moonlight bay .

There were people on the rocks

having picnics from  a box

and a man calling bingo numbers

for those who didn’t play .

All that was left were fish cakes in the sand

and bacon swimming in the pan

and a burden that I couldn’t drink all day .

.I tried to howl at the moon

It was late in the afternoon

and no one answered except

my echoes round the bay .

Time was moving on between cloud nine and the land of nod

and the mermaids tails were sweeping up the last waves of the day

I spoke to the saviour who was there

and asked for a little favour

for the lost son I never had to find his way.

The sound of voices screaming loud

came from a maddening crowd

who arrived with no welcome to the island on Moonlight bay .

I got back upon my bike and peddled off in fright

to a street where life seemed to be normal in a strange kind of way .

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