A Dream

Scott is driving his car

and I am in the front

passengers seat.

We are going to South Boston

to buy weed.

A giant brick factory

in bad disrepair

looms before us.

We drive between towering

brick chimneys. People

are milling all around.

I ask who he knows to ask

and he doesn't answer.

He pulls up behind a dumpster

crowded with trees. I am distracted

looking around and he buys it

without me seeing.

We slowly pull out and

work our way to the entrance

except now the ocean is sending

waves against the beach at

the bottom of one of the giant

brick leaning chimneys.

I say "That chimney is going to fall".