#poetry – Michael Sean Erickson

Releasing Skeletons Dream

I open the cargo hold hatch, while holding on tight.

LUH from “THX 1138” is driving an egg shaped vehicle like from the movie, “Sleeper.”

I see that my Le Mans has been delivered finally.

Hems the bleeding colors chaste.

Our Rebel Alliance Commander is wearing a white shirt, Bermuda shorts, and flip flops.

A gluttonous happily whore.

I look out over the skyline, and I wonder: Is he dead? Or is he alive still somewhere in that rat race?

The digital counter reminds me of the Dow Jones Financial Ticker.

I retrieve the badger steaks, and feed the fox back to life.

I dance on the tips of my oversized shoes.