The Shapes of Sleep
By C Perricone
It's not the dream
After all,
Not just the mind's
Pinwheels and sirens,
A trip to the funhouse
Through our own history,
Not just our carnival and
Its oomp-pa-pa,
Our very own reflections
Of the convex
And the concave.
It's much simpler than
All that and flatter,
Closer to just objects,
The brute forces
Of bulk, number,
Figure, and motion…
Thus, I have found you out
In the shapes of sleep,
The heart you
Sometimes assumed,
As it were a fetal position,
Sometimes, the cobra,
The fish, or cow…
The bed as canvas,
The finality of its linen,
And the shapes of sleep
Never more than
The scrawls of our
Never once upon….
C. Perricone has had poems published in literary magazines in print and online, as well as, two volumes of poetry: 1. A Summer of Monkey Poems, Cummington Press, Omaha, 1996. 2. Footnotes, Boatwhistle Books, London, 2018. He earned a PhD in philosophy from The City Univ. of New York, Graduate Center, NY, NY and has had philosophy articles and reviews published in professional philosophy journals. He lives in New Jersey, USA.