Southport Line I – mid 50s to early 60s (childhood)
forever the daydreamer
since the dawn
of my being
daydreams presided
over schooling
and teachers rebuked
but never detrimental
to the dreamer
who flourished
never a dilemma
ever buoyant
never a concern
each evening
familiar daydreams
were trusted escorts
excepting night-time
when night-terrors
hijacked the dreams
attacking vulnerability’s friends
night-time assassins
prejudiced murderers
adults habitually mocked
never understood
never eliminated fear
each fretful twilight
the night-terror population
steadily increased
each entity
seized an opportunity
to stowaway
each entity
increasingly and disturbingly
boarded my daydreams
reveries sullied
to become nightmares
fearsome ammonium carbonates
countless ovine indexing
failed to manufacture
night’s chloroform
i yearned desperately
for the night train
on the Southport line
distant rumbles
puffing and howling
were so reassuring
so far away
but near enough
to prick ghoulish ears
one by one
the night-terrors
discounted me
they reprieved me
became the ovine
indexed in regression
one by one
jumping aboard
the night train
the midnight flit
from organic vessel
to fabricated vessel
nightly i thanked
whoever provided
my welcomed comatose
nightly i thanked
the operator
of the Southport line
sleep
sleep
sleep
always awakening
to salute
new untainted daydreams
always happy
for the dawn
and friends reunited
but wondering
exactly where
night-terrors disembarked
and whose dreams
they infiltrated in daylight...
thankfully not mine