Z) Dolphin Dreams

I had a dream
but it was nothing so profound
as Dr. King's.

What happened was
your limousine
parked on quicksand
and as it sank
began running up a tab
with a local bar
that stuffed drinks and snacks
through the sunroof
so you would have
a better chance of survival
in the days that followed.

Then, when I returned home
muddy and unsure of your fate,
murdered dolphins
lay bloody and blue
in pools of salt on my carpet
and I could still hear you,
as if you had sent messengers from the sea
to remain in contact with me.
I kicked one to check it was dead
and the shiny corpse
volted and rocked about
on my bed.
Needless to say, I couldn't sleep there.

The following day,
the limo had disappeared completely
so I pushed down a carton with string
until I felt it
tugged by your grip.
Then we could continue your singing lessons
without further interruptions.

I told you it was a weird dream
but nothing so profound
as Dr. King's.