Upon Eating Lemon Curd Poem by Matthew Johnson

Images from the back of the mind
Distorted into grotesque parodies
Of ourselves and of space and time
Raising certain similarities
Between subconsciousness and reality
Is this where our minds are free
Free to let us be who we would want to be
Free to let us see that which we cannot see
Freedom of thought and freedom of word
Freedom to enjoy as much lemon curd
As I would like
Freedom
You can put a man in a prison
But you can't cage his imagination
His memory of experience and sensation
And freedom to think in a big-brother nation
Right?
The American Dream
What a joke
What a way to choke a bloke's dreamed freedom
By stoking the fires of his false ambition
An incision to the schism
Between subconciousness and reality
And a similarity to raising the tuition fee
Rephrasing the idea of freedom to education
To reshape the dreams of the future of our nation
Is this is a land where our minds are free
Free to escape the cage of a reality
Linked inextricably
To the whispers in the subconscious
Whilst our near-unconscious dreams
Are bound by man's inexplicable facility
To change a dream for pathetic fallacy
To place an image in the back of the mind
Of ourselves in grotesque parody
And to blur the line
Between the world of the dream and that of reality