The Dream Police | Mixed Magazine

I saw what happened to black and brown

My dream of a shiny badge evaporated with tears to ground

How ironic, a darkness that is afraid of the shadow I cast

A sword that fears the sting of paper cuts and glass

Of all of the monsters dreamed up in my bunk bed

The dream police fill me with the most dread.

They’re in the headlines

Ready to welcome you to their headlights

Creatures like this must be fables

Creatures like this get you at your own kitchen table

In my dream I cry out for a place

In my dream maybe the police won’t shoot but mace

Justin Finley