January 2008 / Volume Eight / Issue One | ||||||||||
Doug Draime | ||||||||||
Dream From Motel 6 Drunk, and having no memory how I got there: the only passenger in a front seat of an out of control Greyhound bus A 300 pound man suppose to be driving black hair slicked back dressed in an Elvis blue sequined jumpsuit and with white boots slumped/ passed out or dead over the steering wheel which was bouncing in tiny zigzag patterns pressed with the weight of his body speeding down Market street headed pall mall for the Wharf and off and over the end the Pacific devouring me, the Elvis impersonator and the 5 ton machine When I woke up I was drenched in sweat and there were skid marks from my feet deep into the mattress but I was alive, and ravenously hungry for deep fried scrimp, cole slaw and several ice cold beers |
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