#horror – 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.

Kim Kardashian’s DeLorean skims over the frosted waves.

I am seated beside a dictator in a diaper.

I watch the drone screens flying over the I-10.

A god caped with a Fleur-de-lis.

Yours is a soul with a brand.

O how I love Midsummer’s Night.

Your boot prints in virgin snow.