The Dream Police
I saw what happened to black and brown
My dream of a shiny badge evaporated with the tears on the ground
How ironic, a darkness that is afraid of the shadow I cast
A sword that fears the sting of paper cuts and glass
Of all of the monsters dreamed up in my bunk bed
The dream police fill me with the most dread.
They’re in the headlines
Ready to welcome you to their headlights
Creatures like this must be fables
Creatures like this get you at your own kitchen table
In my dream I cry out for a place
In my dream maybe the police won’t shoot but mace
Justin Finley is a writer and painter from Southside Chicago, IL. He began writing after creating index card comic books in elementary school, and he received his Bachelors of Arts in Creative Writing from Columbia College Chicago. He is the former Social Media Manager at Alien Literary Magazine. Justin is cofounder of the multimedia site Mementos set to launch in early 2021. He regularly shares journal entries and poetry on his website Justinfinley.net