Dream

On a tabletop, tiny city of buildings
intricate as shale. Below, waves broke.
Inside the building, a toilet. I open
door and student with pale face make up
shakes my hand. It is wet.
Ray Davies, hair a dark shade,
flicks switch and my acoustic has a nice
electric tone. I look at his carpentry,
a small nut has been wound up a thin screw.
I got there when I should have been
supervising a class on the sports pitch.