hiding "the boy"
two of them
chinese state security, dark suited and serious
they exit a black sedan and begin to chase me down the cross street side of the arndale centre
now they're wearing white paper chem~suits, pointing tasers as they near
triggers pulled, i turn to face them
electric barbs strike, delivering their lethal charge
i feel nothing
grabbing the fizzing wires in one sweep, i yank them from my chest
you're here now, we're in the sky together
you show me an ornate picture frame
a painting of yours, "rotating rainbows"
to "your" command they move and fill the frame in neat rows and columns
smiling gently you say
“there, you see“
the entrance hall to an old school building, a small boy in my arms
from the side i see a young man with tidy blonde hair
he flees down a polished oak staircase
it's "ryan gosling"
his pursuer a mystery
and i must hide "the boy"
i turn and take 'the boy' through a large wooden door into a victorian w/c...the ladies
two of the three cubicles are occupied by heavily pregnant women dressed in white silk robes
entering the vacant stall with the boy, i stand on the toilet seat and crouch down with the door locked
i wake up...”you took the words right out of my mouth ( hot summer night )”
by meatloaf is playing in my head..
...it's snowing outside