June 11

Ever had a dream
in a surreal scene
where polar extremes
meet?
I dream on the streets
a creep selling ice cream
sneaks by and suddenly
he's pulling out the seventeen
spraying the area
in suicide door chariot
the nefarious scheme
to bury us
and in the wake and ash,
piles of broken glass
one man still stands
without a single scratch
though bullet holes
pierce our hero's soul,
mold his expression cold
he still stands bold
and I wake with sweat
condensating my neck
doing my best
to remember what I dreamed