the gangster's house
a gangster's house in the leafy suburbs of outer london.
it's a grotesque new build with all the mod~cons and lots of weapons on the walls.
he is tall with black hair, a city style cut.
an unfamiliar face yet i’m aware of who he is.
he could be somebody famous.
he’s wickedly smiley and cockily confident.
i’m unimpressed but also a little fearful.
unsure why, his kind doesn’t scare me.
in the main room there is a large modern dining table.
on the table is a dish filled with the purest white pearls.
i’m trying to steal some, five in my hand and into my pocket.
he has two call girls with him, dressed in see~through lace basques.
one is in white the other in black.
the lady in white has long dark curly hair.
the lady in black also has dark hair, hers is cut to a short straight bob.
they are trying to tempt me into a threesome
i’m not interested and take myself to the kitchen.
followed by the lady in black.
she puts her foot in the doorway so i can’t close it and be alone.
i leave and go back to the dining room.
a short ugly man has appeared, a henchman.
he has failed the gangster who promptly kills him.
unsure how, he just disappears.
a large fish tank is on a coffee table against the wall.
my turtle is in the tank, her uv light is off.
from under the table two kimono dragons appear, they have stegosaurus spines.
the gangster's pets.
he is proud and gloating about his large beasts in comparison with my small crippled turtle.
moving rapidly around the room, changing weapons and fretting about being found.
a short plump lady has appeared between the tank and dining table.
she too has a short cut bob, dark in colour.
wearing a navy blue business suit and white blouse, carrying a toddler,
a little girl, we’re related.
the gangster produces a samurai sword.
he swipes at the woman.
she feels no pain, there is no blood.
only a large empty space in her head.
carrying the toddler, the lady and myself leave the house.
electronic gates are at the end of the driveway.
the gates are locked.
i climb over to open them, inadvertently letting in the police.
the gangster is still shouting from the house as a squad rush in.
a female cop glares at me as we continue out
leafy london street again.
i’m on the left pavement.
the lady and the toddler are on the other side of the road.
they walk off and i make my way to a bus stop.
a double~decker arrives and i board.
it’s packed with commuters, there are no available seats
i move to the lower deck.
i'm greeted by a very old west highland terrier.
a little old lady appears and says, ‘he’s yours’.
i exit the bus without the dog.
now, at a tube station, inside studying the map.
planning my route home.
trying to pinpoint my location i can only see that it begins with ‘e’.
a short word, an unfamiliar name.
the map seems to be my london superimposed onto a map of your london.
i wake up, ” knee socks “ by arctic monkeys is playing in my head.