PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I had another dream about you last night.

You had a sun drenched face and chapped lips.

We were high on acid, trying to eat some

Whoppers and laughing at their name.

The other customers gawked at us in visual limbo.

Our shoelaces untied and dirty ran free from side to side

as we walked right out the door and back into the sun.

 Ray Strickland jr. Tampa, Florida 1998