The Good place

A wedge-tailed story

I had a dream
of a girl
of this world,
definitely.
And I fell in love,
indefinitely.
Until, I bashed her head,
’cause I sent her flying.
’cause I was distracted while driving.
’cause she was mesmerizing.
Then, there was a comma.

I had a dream.
Of a house.
made of what it’s supposed to be.
Its neighbours, the trees.
In the middle of a forest.
Made for,
its neighbours,
the furry cowers, the animals.
Until, I burned it.
’cause I burned the trees.
’cause their time had come.
’cause I was their Noah.
Then, their was a comma.

I had a dream.
Of a bed.
Softer than a pig’s belly, or mine.
Bigger than the Hoogly’s ferry.
A thing, I used to
dream of,
to dream on.
Until, I sold it.
’cause I did nothing but, laze on it.
’cause my back gave up.
’cause mama said so.
Then, there was a comma.

I had a dream.
Of a mirror.
Dazzling me with
the good,
the bad,
the morose and
the tear-clad,
sects of my future tribe.
It showed me my future.
Until, I broke it.
’cause I was puzzled.
’cause I was curious.
’cause I wanted to know,
why the mirror showed me breaking it?
Then, there was a comma.

I had a dream
Of a dog, I pet.
Fluffy, furry hair
as if, they’re set.
He fetched the newspaper for me,
the ball too.
Jumping over the wall was nothing new.
Until, I killed him.
’cause he killed the neighbour’s cat.
’cause the cat burgled my mouse.
’cause the”Law” says so.
Then, there was a comma.

I had a dream.
Of an apocalypse,
I prepared for.
Of an apocalypse,
I supplied for.
For a time when
hope of salvation was the last arrow.
when,
death was like a common sparrow.
Until, I couldn’t dream.
’cause it was crime.
’cause I wasn’t alone.
’cause it was a full stop.

But, all there was,

was a comma.