the pines/autoerotica

i took a walk by myself today to make some sense of a dream I had had
i was alone on a suburban train, i was surrounded by these pin-striped agents,
then these others burst into the compartment, spitting words of acid to dissolve me
there and then, in an exchange of threats, i seized the moment, pulled the emergency cord
and jumped from the train, and i ran along the tracks, over grey paling fences,
i ran through the suburbs, into a forest of pines… and there behind me their silencers
were sounding, the trees exploding in the forest, so how could anyone hear me scream?…
and then i woke from this dream, chloroform over my mouth - one of those agents standing
over me… when i ’d regained my senses, she had taken me into the pines:
there is darkness in here, the harbingers of fear, sacrificing love for the sake of a better career,
peeling off their pin stripes to reveal sky blue blouses, sacrificing love, in the pursuit of a better
idea… they had me there, like an animal in their circle, but with the wild eye of instinct,
i could see an escape, the sun on the horizon to set them alight, so i ran faster than i ever
had run before, out from the forest, down onto the park-way, into the lights of an on-coming car…

.../a door opened, and i was in on the backseat, then relief ate itself into the truth of a lie,
there was one of the agents on the back-seat beside me, as they drove me into a state of
disintegration: obsessive compulsive new world disorder, slowly pulling a white flower apart…
then from the bridge of lost souls they sent me over, they were like strange freeways that
had been iced over, and i was in a post-modern esoteric independent dive, crashing down
through the ice and the darkness, hands on the windscreen, unable to breathe, then in a
moment of panic came a revelation… the answer was sleep, the answer was through dream…
i could see myself, outside, on the bridge of the broken, ready to dive, to rescue myself from this…

i took a walk with my friends today, to make some sense of these dreams we have…

…and who belongs to these clothes we find in the forest by the day?

morning comes like information diffused…