 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 |
||
|
|
|
Dream
he dreams a dream
every night the same dream
the drums roll
the heads roll
the poison wails
against the sky
tonight he wakes up
makes himself tea
and lights a cigarette
tonight something’s gone wrong
tonight from behind the curtain
he peers into the street
where the drummer already
looks up at the sky
and there
he is caught
not yet awake
no longer asleep
rolling down the gutter
of his dream
into the sewer of circumstance
PERMANENT DAMAGE
The second collection of poetry published by Methuen marks Gibson’s drift away from Pop Culture lyricism towards a more concentrated and introspective form. The language changes, as if the writer were searching for new directions, seeking another landscape.