So i am dreaming last nite…
In my dream i am suppose to be at a New Edition concert…
Next thing you know…
I am listening to six twenty something year olds…
Singing New Edition songs…
I walk out of concert irritated…
Mumbling to myself…
They aint New edition…
They Newer edition…
Then i rally to play some football…
Until i realize i have one team mate…
Against 11…
and my teammate cant catch shit…
After a few plays i call game in disgust.…
Then i end up walking past parents church…
Mom is in there with a big cheezy grin…
Asking if i would wanna join in service…
Noooo i blurted out…
trying to calm the fuck down…
Moms comes out…
Says she misses me…
Meanwhile she is carrying a hanger full of wrinkled church clothes…
In case i change my mind.…
Pops rolls up behind her in the parking lot…
With a hanger of wrinkled button up shirt…
At which time i wake myself up.…
and here we are…
Dont know what any of it means…
I know New Edition was one of faves…
I know playing football was one of my favorite things to play…
Hella disappointment carried in that dream…
Hella frustration…
I have no clue…
Maybe its time to check in with them…
To see if they good…
But probavly not.
the whole audience waa going nuts…
i am in the back…
that aint ronnie that aint bobbie that aint ricky that aint mike that aint ralph…
them are sum imposters…
i am outta here
—brian-anthony
Flommist Brian-Anthony is a former artist, craftsman and designer turned part time law student via YouTube and Google, works at a print shop, full time father, all around Good Samaritan, enjoys a fine sativa, reading and Arizona Green Tea. Copyright © 2019 Brian-Anthony.
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