Late Night Pizza Poem by John Shea

Late Night Pizza



I am in a dream catching crabs last night,
They crawled on the macadam
And under a car
Into a brown paper bag filled with irate dreams.
My hopes and my dreams.
I caught crabs that turned into bacon
My mind was awake
But my body asleep.
Why do we dream?
Then do reflect
On what might have happened
To this old redneck.

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John Shea

John Shea

Cherry Point N.C.
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