“This is not a dream… not a dream! We are using your brain’s electrical system as a receiver. We are unable to transmit through conscious neural interference. You are receiving this broadcast as a dream.”
— John Carpenter, Prince of Darkness (1987)
Sunday, 9 July 2011:
Rue Suzette, Quartier La Redoute.
A maze of stalls & booths – the souk.
Monsoon clouds & a steel grey sky.
Incense, spice & perfumes.
Bootleg games & videos.
Posters & banners.
Clothes & pottery.
Drink & food.
I’m smoking a black cheroot thru a clarinet.
The clarinet’s sentient & made of mahogany.
A deep, rich red with ivory fittings.
“You have to carry it in your armpit.”
The Phase Girl is watching me from the arcades.
She’s wearing a blue summer dress.
“Like a calumet?”
I’m passing the kebab stand for the 2nd time.
The Greek is cleaning the chip pan.
The Greek’s looking me in the eyes.
He’s slowly counting to ten.
I’m rummaging through the Asian gift shop.
The Handsome Kid in the folding chair is irritated.
“English, German. French & some Russian. Phœnician?”
The Phase Girl’s back at the cash register.
She’s wearing a rose summer dress.
“Stress code in the 5th grade.”
The Phase Girl’s handing me a handful of lipsticks.
Three different shades – blue, dew & chrome.
“Don’t tell anybody!”
“You’ll catch a cold in that dress.”
It is raining now.
Cold wind ruffling the hem of her dress.
(to be continued)
“The archetype is a force!”
Carl Gustav Jung speaks on falling in love at first sight:
Peter Bies © 2011