Right again with the brightly lit colours?
Try and remember your dream
It included a cat; a porcelain cat, two bars of gold, a hotel room in the middle of Mayfair
Were we the hostages or the hosts? Unclear
I carried two bars of solid gold up flights of stairs
Across carpeted pond weed
I placed them at the sink in his hotel bathroom next to the folded white face towels
I wondered if I should hide them
They were heavy smooth golden
Like a chocolate bar
And the telephone would help us communicate
with the outside world
But I was tired of it all
The gang
The guns
The girl
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