Empty Beer Bottle Dreams

Towels that attack in the breeze
empty beer bottle dreams
and sweet sunshine promises
peeping through the trees.

I've got a horrible snorty laugh
which escapes
in an all too familliar scene
and those that don't get the joke
laugh anyway

but the joke's on me,
me
and my empty beer bottle dreams

and those things that attack
in the soft summer breeze.

Bayswater North, 7:30am

This vacant lot
lies
stretched out in morning sun

Some may dream of building here

others build their dreams

without bricks
or plans
or mortgages.

The light
reflected off the
dewy blades of grass

I can almost see
my dreams in them.