The complexities of dream
Are not everything they may seem:
We walk through a door, drop through the floor,
A precipice, a cliff path with sheer drops,
Stops the heart on the edge
Of vertiginous canyons of the psyche - humans like
Ants, scurrying, clinging to the sides of cliffs
Slipping away, always slipping away,.staring at fossils
Slip and slip and gather speed.
Trilobites appear from the early Cambrian period
Slow down, slow down, I say, seek a road home
Where mammoths trundle down the heart by-pass
Snorting and stamping on houses and lovers and such and such
A genetic re-creation of mammoth DNA
A Frankenstein enbumberance of the day-to-day
Suffering, crying, heart racing, sheer terror
I'm being imitated by a clown in a clownish disguise.
Clown is beating a cheap tin drum, having clownly fun,
He's a midget-man, only three years old, Oscar has come.
To fall into sleep, you must awake but cannot keep faith,
I cry, so-scared of dying while dreaming this fucking wraith.