Filming this Dream in Color
 
The curtain  opens:  What's this-?
The film is almost over.  Old silent
black and white starring. . .that you
tied to those tracks?  You start to shiver.
Through the 'rain'  streaking the screen,
you see snow banked.  Tinny piano
builds to a crescendo as The Villain
slinks to a frost-glittering saguaro,
ducks behind.   Second camera shows .
him combing a snow-salted mustache,
then peeking to make sure The Victim --
you, beyond mistake -- hasn't wriggled
free of the ropes that bind her wrists
and ankles.  Make my day, his vein-eyed
squint and dirt-yellow grin signal.  Let.  
yourself be ground beneath the wheels.
Hum in the rails means it's coming.
Know what they say about railroad time.
Cow-catcher takes the first bite.  I can
hear your heart hammer from here.  
Warms the bulge between my legs, heh-
heh-heh. Shame your mouth's too dry
to scream.  Not that anyone would hear.
Blink if you think hooves thunder
this way.  Rescue a fantasy.  Ask me
dear departed mither.  Dizzy?  Maybe
you'll get lucky and faint, heh-. . .NO!!
dammit, NO!!  Little Nell, I am NOT!!
you hear a voice cry.  Sheets, pillow,
and covers fly as you throw off the ropes,
race to the cactus the snake slithered
behind, grab both ends of that stupid
comic book mustache and pull!!  At  
the same time, knee the viper where
'e lives.  Take that, you sorry sacka puke!
Take that!!  Shock throws him, then
the pain.  Suddenly finds himself roped
and branded. Thorns dig new holes.
Train roars past, then screeches to
a halt.  Sparks firefly drifts suddenly
backlighted by a cloud-shoving sun.
The End.  For The Villain, that is.
. . . . . .Drum roll, please !!. . . . . .

     (c) Phyllis Jean Green,  December, 2007
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