Indulgence

Be wary of indulging every whim

Running bare-assed; feels good man.

I’m scared of the roaring dragons.

Grass blades massage every step.

One dragon spits and misses, not the second; it’s electric.

Everyone’s cheering.

*****

“You’ve finally come down.”

“What happened Doc?”

“Don’t you remember?”

“Yankee’s game…”

“I’d guess LSD”

“Those dragons?”

“Police.”

“What’d I do?”

“Streaking.”

“Felt good man.”