LAST NIGHT'S DREAM

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SLEEPY TIME POEMS

Last night’s dream

was really bizarre

 

an old childhood chum

committed an accidental murder

and was on the lam

 

I decided to be

a true friend

and help him escape

 

we were being chased

thru a warehouse

and skillfully hiding

and working our way

towards an escape truck

 

co-workers from

my past 5 jobs

were collectively

either trying to help

or trying to catch us

 

(hint: most of the bad guys

were managers

or wanna be Koch Brothers)

 

we snuck our way

thru soda machines

and clothing racks

till we found the back

of a truck that

were heading out of Dodge

 

there was a girl

I used to work with

crying over my leaving

there was a bed

by the gate exit

(hey, it’s a dream)

 

I felt horny

and wanted to do her

but the truck was leaving

so I put my lust aside

and made my escape

 

the truck turned

into a train

& when it stopped

we were in Germany

they were checking I.D.

so we bribed a guard

to get through

 

but then we were driving

in America

and everyone knew

I had been framed

 

We were folk heroes

on the lam

We ran into a girl

I sorta know

and she joined our cause—

 

then the alarm clock

roused me from this glory

 

I must admit

it was hard getting motivated

to go to work this morning

 

2-14-96

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

That's what was on my mind that Valentine's Day morning nearly a quarter century ago.

allets's picture

train to truck

You need a wife. 



Onyamaichi

 

georgeschaefer's picture

I keep moving to avoid having

I keep moving to avoid having to take on a wife