My Surreal Sixties Book – Chapter 27 – A poem

I envisaged the book as a multitude of collages creating a picture of the dream of reality. All possibilities and weirdness was considered in the view that nothing could be more strange than reality itself.

I interspersed the poetry and cartoons. It was a work of art.

27.

 

Whatever happens

I’ll have been

If not

And back.

With more tales of this and that

To while away

A dreary day

And whisper in the dark.

 

Whatever happens

I’ll see it only once

And never as it was before.

 

Whatever happens

I don’t care

I’ve not been here before.

 

 

Who cares about tomorrow?

Someplace else

To get lost in and dream awhile –

And if I feel I’m full

I’ll rest a lifetime to unwind.