I dreamt I was an actor.
I was sitting with a few other actors,
chatting enjoying their company.
One of the women made a point
of telling me she was married,
flashing her wedding ring.
I realized she thought I
was hitting on her, which I wasn’t.
We finished our conversation, we
all said “see you again, I hope!”
I realized I’d left my jacket
hanging over a chair where I had been
before. I jumped on a bicycle I had
and rode as fast as I could to get
my jacket back. I realized I had no idea
where I had left it. Bit I remembered
a large oval roundabout. I was riding against
traffic, cars whizzing by me. No one honking
but all driving very fast. I thought,
“I’ll stop and get some food from that
fast food stall I like,” but when I arrived
it was covered in a blue tarpaulin. I felt
incredibly disappointed, no food, no jacket.
Then I realized I was wearing a jacket,
a brown one. I must have picked it up somewhere.
My first thought was, “my jacket was a beautiful
teal green and this jacket is brown.” Then I thought
“At least it’s a jacket.”
A Killer And A Scholar
He had a spider web tattoo on his elbow,
a holograph of an eye on his lapel,
his complexion was smooth and uneven,
a killer and a scholar, you could tell.



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