#dream – Michael Sean Erickson

Sheriff Walking Backwards Dream

He kicks up dust with his boot heels.

I watch the zigzagging contrails slice up the dark, blue sky with growing alarm.

My gypsy grandmother pokes through the rear passenger window.

The look in his eye suggests that he is on to me.

Kim Kardashian’s DeLorean skims over the frosted waves.

I catch her eye, but then she looks away.

I am seated beside a dictator in a diaper.

The ripple wave kisses my ankles, and leaves her scent behind.

I sense that she is motivated by routine as much as by pride.

I hold on tightly, and look up into the darkness.