DREAM CATCHER A Poem by Rene Velez I was back at my old - TopicsExpress



          

DREAM CATCHER A Poem by Rene Velez I was back at my old job, a porter, running a freight elevator going straight up and busting through the roof of a building, elevator in a free fall, me landing on a corner with the fellas, most of them, pockets stuffed with dope and cocaine, the cops watching from down the block, I got paranoid and bounced around the bend thinking to myself why is she late picking me up my ex wife in her 74 yellow Cadillac Seville, (the crazy shit is, we dont talk and she doesnt own a car... anyway) I sat in a meeting with some Sons of Anarchy wannabes waiting for a truck to pick us up (somehow we were all in hiding) once the truck came it was a 1920s Ford model T, Crixus from Spartacus was shot as he fell off his motorcycle, he lay on the road as I held him and he spoke to me with half his face blown off. © 2014 Rene Velez
Posted on: Sat, 05 Apr 2014 14:30:39 +0000

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