untitled

at the most mundane of moments
when i would least expect it
i hope to be kidnapped

the same way
i daily highjack the
faces and bodies and
the persons and personalities
of people i meet or know or
have simply brushed pass

highjack them
and whisk them off
to the delicate and fragile
world of my dreaming
to blank fictive pages
waiting to be filled

so one day
maybe in a half-blink
i would too be spirited away
from my waking life
and find myself treading gingerly
in the never-where
of someone’s dreams

maybe
(i really hope)
yours



26^th – 27^th April 2006