SHOOTER

DREAM -

P.O.V. is from the shooter…
Man in a room with an assault rifle. There are five-ten movie star guys, 20-30 yrs old on the floor of the room. He starts by first shooting one of them in the leg. He spins and falls silently. The others each stand up and start to beg for their lives, though there is no sound except for a click whenever the trigger is pulled. The victims are each wearing dollar bills stuck to their bare shoulders and chests. The only other thing they have on are sheer briefs. You can see their cocks and balls through the material. They each get shot once in the shoulder or neck and grab it and fall. Then the next guy gets shot.

P.o.v. shifts to dreamer…

The Shooter is a long-haired young guy looks sort of like actor Lukas Haas. He walks out of the room and is walking through a restaurant. He carries the gun openly and says or nods “good night” to a few people and no one seems shocked by the gun he is carrying. Nice place. 1/3 of the tables are full of late-night diners finishing their meals. Dark wood paneled walls and red leather banquettes. Wait staff wears white aprons.

Once outside, he thinks that this is quite a rifle. His two female buddies do too. He aims at a tall tower, like a lighthouse but industrial, maybe a smokestack, probably 500 yds away. He shoots and the light in the top of it goes it. “Wow. Great shot,” someone says. He shoots at a bldg a few blocks away and part of the neon sign sparks. He turns and points the gun at a big glass window on the front of the restaurant he just came out of across the street. Someone inside falls to the ground…for a moment everyone thinks he’s been shot but he gets up laughing. They are all dancing inside the window. The shooter leans the gun in a corner against the front of a bar they are standing in front of.

p.o.v. changes…to me.

The shooter is now gone and I’m standing with the two women. A guy walks up that we know. Tall, blond bearded. His name id DJ. He’s with an even taller, slightly older, short-bearded guy carrying a huge black backpack. DJ says, “This is Tom Mitchell. He directed Blittz II”. We all recognize the name of a famous film or video game. They walk in the door. DJ sticks his head back out and announces, “I think he’s my soul mate…too bad I’m not gay.”

The woman to my immediate right is a Gwyneth Paltrow look alike. She has a short quiet, exotic –looking girl and her right arm. ‘Gwyn’ says to the a girl who walked up with DJ, “Where’s the money?” For some reason I know she’s speaking code. DJ’s girl walks up and moves her white woolen thumb to Gwyn’s eye, wiping a white cocaine-like substance just under her lower eyelid. The woman turns to me and pokes the same thumb into my nostrils, first right, then left. I lean to Gwyn and whisper. “Bet you she’ll kiss me in 30 seconds.” She laughs. I look at the woman who is a stunning brunette with freckles and emerald green eyes. I silently look intently into her eyes for an endless 15 seconds and then I say softly, “What makes you need to kiss me so badly?” She leans in and our mouth s meet, wet and open. I take her bottom lip between my teeth for a moment. I take her hand and we quickly walk down the block.

A block down on our left, there is a small store front with no sign. The tall, narrow window is lit from behind by harsh fluorescent light. We walk in the door. The room is maybe 5’ x 5’. There is an Asian woman at a counter. Walking past her we move through a dark door into a large back room. Maybe 15’x15’, lined all in large white tiles. There are two young Asian women talking at a sink/counter in front of a mirror.

I put a hand on my new friend’s shoulder and she sits on a bench. I take a step towards her and look down to see the distinct outline of my hard cock jutting straight out towards her. She pulls open my pants and engulfs my stiffness down her throat. Taking her left hand, I pull her index finger into my mouth, wetting it well.

“Do it,” is all I say and she takes her hand away and slowly slides her finger into my waiting ass. In three or four slow pumps down her throat, I am ready to explode. She pulls her nose back away from my crotch and lays my cock head on her tongue so I can watch my hot excitement fill her mouth. I feel her eyes on mine, anticipating.

When she has taken it all and cleaned me off. I pull her standing by her long, soft hair, kiss a few stray drops from her lips and reach down between her legs. Under her short skirt her thin lace panties are drenched and easily move aside as I slip two fingers into her. We stare into each others eyes as she begins to move against my hand in slow undulating motion. Her eyes glaze over and I feel her shift her body weight against me, her arms around my neck becoming heavy. As her breathing quickens, she tightens her grip around my fingers and I sense a long wave of release coursing slowly up her body, followed quickly by a succession of repeated involuntary spasms. She never closes her eyes though they get thinner and nearly shut a couple of times. When she is sated, we lean heavily against the wall.

The ambient light which had dimmed and seemed tinged in red from a small window above us, now took on a warm but brighter glow. I hear the Asian women giggling and whispering behind us. I slide down onto the bench, my date never takes her arms from around my neck, eyes now shut, breathing slowly as if she is practically sleeping. I cradle her in my arms.

One of the women walks towards us and with a steaming dark towel gently wipes our hands while the other does the same to my cock, still protruding from my fly. She gently tucks me back in and zips me up. They leave us alone in the room.

p.o.v. is now third person/camera man…

I walk out of the room, carrying the woman in my arms. The girl at the front counter scurries quickly to open the front door. We are again on the same dark street vague traces of purple dawn showing themselves from around the corners of buildings.

SMELL THE COFFEE

night's cloudy veil falls away in slow motion
the silent, gentle rocking wakes me from a dash of fitful sleep
my starchy eyes find myself alone
with the sound of filtered air
the checkered past of yesterday
miles behind us
the glorious hopes of today
not yet jaded by the reality of tomorrow.

it's now when the world decides
to catch its breath.
(man lights cigarette on dim empty platform
awaiting the 5:40 to Penn Station;
boy bicycles in BIG circles
in the middle of the wide street
testing the fragile balance in this morning's bag of newspapers)
and I wake up dizzy with dream :
your nakedness astride me on this train
my hands on the ellipsis of your familiar
ass, pumping the electricity, the fear,
the kinetic, frenetic jazz energy
of New York City into your anxious body
and the world's eyes are slits
aching with the Jesus beams of dawn's mumbled joke.
I can almost see alarm clocks shaking off their night stands
as lights go on in the upstairs windows
up and down these racing blocks
of empty streets...
...smell the coffee.

II.

people dressed for the day
smelling of shampoo and make-up;
the zip/pout snore emanating from 2 rows behind
another reveler fearlessly trying to make up for last night's excesses.
my eyes snap shut and open and shut
my neck does the Zapruder dance
my instant dreaming of your eyes
perpetuates my last waking thought:
that I should pull out my warm self
tracing a smile upon your imaginary lips with my essence
as the sun splashes the air with morning
pulling itself kicking and scratching
through the blanket of New Jersey fog
a high beam in a white-out blizzard
somewhere between Trenton and home.

- written at dawn for Charlene, new jersey on the train
July 2, 1996

DREAM #33470

I’m sitting in a favorite restaurant in Philadelphia waiting for Teena. She is late to work and the staff is worried about her. Suddenly I get a text mail from her. It says, “I have been tied to a tree in the park close by. You only have an hour to find me then they take me away back to Singapore. Help.”

I run out the door without paying for my food. Shannon follows and says, “Are you going to a movie? Can I go?”

“You’re boyfriend will be mad,” I say.

She says, “Teena has a boyfriend too, you know.”

“I know, she finally told me. I have an hour to find her,” and I run off across the street. I am worried because the park is big and there are so many trees. I ask people if they’ve seen a beautiful girl tied to a tree and they just laugh at me. I keep looking at my bracelet to tell time, like a sundial since I have no watch. I worry that I’m in the wrong park. A guy is playing bagpipes and it sounds horrible but I notice he is playing a song by Dave Matthews.

It is starting to rain lightly and I worry that time is going quickly. I think, “I barely got to know her now she will be in Indonesia.” I am very sad but running from tree to tree looking for her. I ask a park ranger who is wearing a tie-dye shirt and top hat and big, clown shoes if he has seen her. He says, “Maybe she’s in line to see the Liberty Bell.”

I scream, “No, you idiot, she’s tied to a tree.”

Suddenly, I hear a little kid say to his mom while the pass by, “Why is she naked, mom?” and I know he’s talking about Teena so I run in the direction they came from. I see yellow ropes in a BIG bowknot like a huge shoestring on a giant tree and when I run around to the other side, there she is. She is naked and I stop for a moment and just stare at her. I’ve never seen anything this sexy in my life. I walk up to her slowly and she has tears coming down her face but is smiling her incredible smile. “I knew you would find me Renaissance man. I knew it.”

“I need a knife to cut these ropes.” I look around but there is nothing and no one around. I look at my watch and there is only fifteen minutes left.

“Wait,” she says. “Now you can kiss me.”

“We don’t have much time,” I am looking under a bush for something sharp to cut the rope.

“But if they take me and we never kiss I will forever regret it,” she says softly.

I walk to the tree and put my hands on her hips. Her skin is so very soft. Leaning in, I whisper in her ear, feeling her sweet-smelling, silky hair against my lips for the first time. “I have waited so long for this…I am so nervous.”

“Kiss me,” she sighs softly and I look in to her eyes and my heart just races. I slowly find my lips moving toward her open mouth and she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. A press my wet lips slowly against hers and she tastes so sweet, deliciously soft, and she leans into me against the ropes as I press my body to hers and suddenly I notice the ropes have fallen to the ground and her arms are over my shoulders as I wrap mine around her.

We are not in the park any more and I am carrying her in my arms up the stairs at her restaurant. She is wrapped in one of my big, soft shirts. There is a hidden room behind a curtain that I somehow know about and I walk through there.

I sit her down in a big bathtub full of warm water and silky bath oils that smell of springtime flowers. Only candles light the room and I feel someone sitting in a dark corner watching us. I slowly wash Teena’s face and arms, back and chest in the candlelight, watching the water slide down her body and shoulders, hearing her breathing quietly as if she is very content. I lean in and softly kiss her neck. She stands and I sponge bubbly warm water all over her. She balances with her hand on my shoulder. “My turn,” she says and I climb into the tub with all of my clothes on and she cracks up. So does Shannon whose laugh I recognize from her seat in the dark corner watching us. Teena begins to unbutton my now soaked shirt and over her shoulder I see Shannon stand and slowly walk towards us and then I wake up!!!”