I dream alone
I swear I was wide awake
and drinking heavily
toasting george thorogood
and his glorious destroyers
we polished off the pony keg
a few hours before
moved on to bourbon and scotch
knowing there was more
rhythm and blues to be heard
later into the night we
found ourselves securely insane
in the backseat of an orange
nineteen sixty-seven mustang
we pretended to be carrying contraband
deep inside enemy lines
halfway across the centennial bridge
we empowered the traffic
to stop (with our minds)
and I jumped and shouted obscenities
and escorted my party to the other side
scaling the eight foot tall fence
I swore I was on top of the world
(reaching back I surrendered my weapon)
free of such burden I would soon realize
I always dreamed alone
september two thousand fourteen
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