Free verse № 133981
i dream in nine minute increments
night time
a fellow on a bicycle
an old one speed with the swept handlebars
rides across tracks as
these beat up mustangs full of no good
troublemakers speeding
mow him down, tires to rail
the cars stop
an undercover materializes
fires rapidly
all kinds of guns waving in the air
so close to my face
one man out of bullets
burns my arm with the barrel
the gang war
is now a friendly joke
a staged happening
congratulations, we did good
but i am not amused
i push him to the gravel
i punch the shit out of him
explaining how my arm hurts
i look right into his blue eyes
it is light again
10 comments
"One, two, Freddy's coming for you. Three, four, better lock the door..."
and second, what is that song supposed to mean?
Cheap joke. I wasn't trying to say anything bad about your poem. The dream logic in it is pretty good. Is there a specific reason for not capitalizing?
i don't like the way capitalizing looks most of the time.
maybe it's word equality. monospace fonts are my favorite; monoheight letters look like they fit here...
Violent dreams. Guns never appear in my dreams. Instead, people point their fingers and say BANG. Then the bad thing falls over.
I especially liked the first stanza.
Nicely written, though.
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