Places and Spaces

PLACES AND SPACES

Places and spaces fill the dream
Like blood clots or curdling cream
You sleep stentorianly
I scream and you scream back silently
The clone army celebrating
Their limbs' several severings
Freedoms civis romanus has won on the radio
Free flyovers, silent Philomel, plucked the slow
Tongues and swallowed the fast
Baked in sick-sweet dentifrice, gassed
With a gothic cherry blast. They fell
From the tree next door in the shell
Wilted Walter gathered them for his late
Wife, a blathering medium. We penetrate
Our darknesses as they stream out and surround us.
Our breezy brains walk or take the bus.