Tin Drum

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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.

 

◄ The valley

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