False Liberation

by John Grey

In this rescue of a dream,
the door’s flung open,
all guards are fast asleep,
there’s light at the end of the corridor,
stairs leading up to the world,
friends waiting with a fresh horse,
a splendid gallop into the highlands,
through the mountain pass,
and into the euphoric land of my fathers.
A rat nibbling on
my filthy bare toe awakens me.
Once more,
tight chains choke my limbs.
My eyes resume
their constant-dark-induced blindness.
My tongue repels
at memory of the last
weevil-riddled meal.
A dream has no idea
what life is like.
Not even nightmares get it.

John Grey

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in That, Muse, Poetry East and North Dakota Quarterly with work upcoming in Haight-Ashbury Literary Journal, Hawaii Review and the Dunes Review.

Artist: Mazarine Rinegg





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