I Wrote This Poem in My Sleep

by: Lucy Jones

 Eloi 
 My honeyed fingers drag and circle 
       Absent through the swirling secret pools 
             Of myself 
 Eloi 
 Poems pour out of my 
       Melting clock eye sockets 
              Like Dali draped dead over a cactus 
 Lama 
 When I close my eyes 
       I see prurient tongues 
              Swallowing and sipping 
                      The vaulting towers of Oxford 
                                Like cocktail straws 
 Sabachthani 
              He said 
 It was something about 
 The way God winks 
         From me 
                       Give me the dissolving drug of your 
                             Name-dropping fizz on my tongue 
              Which is so tired 
                     Of talking.