Dream Tax


Mortal lies coiled up, he hasn’t slept as he would have liked
The newsreel  was bad, the house collapsed and it costs dear
They levy it in stages, first a manila envelope,
From the necessary department, reminder; please take a pill

then a bill

Last night, things kept falling and became racetracks
My home was an underground car park, factories
Filled with chill sparks erupted, it was all someone’s fault
Probably mine and that would have been unfair ( of course)

something worse

They are beginning to tax ideas and comforts
The Ministry of Useless Works has taken over the dreamspace
Emptying heads neurone by neurone, it was that bump on the head
From the Knobby-knockers, the shallow airspace, can’t breathe

I want to find my place

I keep searching in my school uniform round the New Town
When they designed the green sward, they never thought of ruthless
Ghosts of children trapped in a state of cognitive dissonance
They close the gates to the park early, the turnstile locks; it costs

dream profit and dream loss.


About Veronica Aldous

Writer and artist, Veronica is a lecturer is Fine Art and Creative Writing. Her first book of poems, 'Moon Cinema' is now available on Lulu.com. Now there is also 'Mortal' her second book.
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