THE SKINNY OF A DREAM
THE SKINNY OF A DREAM
THE SKINNY OF A DREAM
COP CRASH
Driving down an off ramp
A police car almost parked
Emergency break
Too late
BAM
wife mad, picked up by her dad
I’m left with the pieces that remained; handcuffed…
At the courthouse now
“ how could you be so guilty?”
Waiting in apparent guilt, I kept mouth shut, stayed respectful even when they all saw it too (His aged hand shaking with hesitancy taking his prescriptive dose).
They saw, it, I saw it, he saw that I saw it…
He quickly forgave it.
After I prayed
it was as if nothing ever happened (a full fledged celebration in fact) then I left with a song that lingered in the background with particular pertinence to the lesson from within this routine (no I didn’t know who it was) I didn’t know who it was…
God does tell the best stories-oh yeah, there was some singing too
I’m sure HIS VOICE makes us all sound like amateurs…
Right-how’s the wife doin’ now that they dropped the charges and who was his wife
or daughter?
Maybe I’ll find out on my next journey to Dreamland…
Tell me…
what are dreams?
