Dreams
last night
I had a dream
I saw God cruising the
Mission in a BMW convertible
with the top pulled down
Puff Daddy blaring from the
Bose stereo sound system
his hair was thick
full and flowing
his shirt unbuttoned showing
a thick mange of manly hair
Jesus was sitting on the
passenger side, looking a bit pale
adjusting the dials on the radio
dressed in a pair of worn jeans
sporting a long beard down
to his sandals
I kept a respectable distance
from behind, trying to take down
their license number, but knew
I was doomed when a giant Condor
swept down from the sky
hitting my hood straight on
and sending me into a spin
forcing me off the road
Winans – Dreams – 2
The last thing I saw was God
on his cell phone
and said a prayer that he was calling
9-1-1, as Jesus flipped the bird
to a tail-gaiter who suddenly
veered off the road
hitting a telephone poll
as God and Jesus exchanged high-fives
laughing as they approached the freeway
heading South down Highway One
• A.D. Winans is a San Francisco-based writer and poet who became involved in the West Coast Beat scene in 1958. One of his friends, the late Charles Bukowski, said of him “A.D. Winans can go ten rounds with the best of them”. Check out his MySpace entry at http://www.myspace.com/adwinans