Dream 4 4 10


pursued, many levels
to begin top floor. I hear the emptiness of corridors,
the library, anticipate the fighting
betimes, stand and run towards the door / outside.
Crops, sun, I must run and hide in this Holland / level
cross field to mansion, where I pass behind bushel
or may retrace to the corridor

Descend a level, empty, go to the table of newspapers
fatherly my quarry, I duck, make my way round
am seizing a cassette with the cover of American Psycho
to set out, the dog with me, across the sunny fields,
feel this time, an army behind me in pursuit.
I run widthways, would sidestep an army.

or am in library as long as possible
narrow corridors bulb light yellow desks.