I dreamt a dream last night
I can’t recall the images
-No taking back.
Something in my head is an Indian-giver
A woman in red
In a cocktail dress
Some race I lost being born this way
made me the asshole, judgmental
The one who wears a suit
in the sweltering summer sun
But with my rich sunglasses on.
Can you sense it coming, the judgment?
The inability to communicate
without a trip-up, a down-fall
Another fight in your good clothes.