Missing Melbourne

Winter 2019 at the corner of Collins Street and King Street, Melbourne.

You walked in the busy city, stopping to wait for the right light.
A quick snap below of what’s above, reminds you of Winter’s day.

Looking back, you stare at the image of Melbourne town.
There is a silent way about the grey; a stillness in the sky.

Perhaps you will again see Melbourne moving on a winter’s day.

Toilet Brush Dream

You wake up in terror as a toilet brush dances around you. For some reason you think the torch beside your bed is a gun and that you can kill it; you cannot kill a plastic brush.

Baffled about your predicament, you decide to pull the covers over your head. You can still hear the bristles, and the handle is knocking against your bed frame.

Unsure what to do, you throw the covers off, jump off the bed, and hide in the corner.

The toilet brush gathers momentum, lunges at your face and you scream profanities as you wonder why the toilet brush is tangerine.

In the distance, you hear, “Anna, Anna, wake up!”

Disoriented and sleepy, you say, “Huh, what the! I was having a- huh?”

You partner looks down at you worried, “You had a bad dream-“

“What is that on the Telly!?”

“Anna, don’t worry. It’s only Donald Trump.”

Through tired sobs you say, “I dreamt he was a toilet brush…”

“Huh!?”