Among the scribbles

last night I dreamt
you slept with my brother

it was a bad dream.

***

Ripping across a two lane
at 70 miles an hour, dark,

the eve before Christmas eve, this is dying music!

“Between the click of a light
and the start of a dream” indeed.

‘That is transcendent!’

***

Princess is in a hurry,
using her turn signals
to tug across traffic.

A pickup can pull a ton
but it only carries her
pink stickers, teal toenails,
and 140 lb frame. What a shame.

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