Swagazine #4

Juice Dreams by Swagman

I dreamt I saw
O.J. dreaming he was
killing his wife
after chipping a bucket
of balls with arthritic
crippled hands
then somehow holding
a knife with fingers
too deformed to grip
the handle, wearing
a blood resistant jumpsuit
emblazoned L A P D
across the back in
spray painted
5 inch stencil letters
he calls in his
final reservation
confirming his flight to Chicago
just before the evil
detective drips blood
on his hidden socks
at the corner of his bed
all the while
his ex wife
and her ex waiter
lie dead
in pools of blood
too small to confirm
their deaths
beyond a reasonable doubt.