Chicagoetry: I Dreamed I Saw St. Valentine

I DREAMED I SAW ST.VALENTINE

I was cornered near Lincoln Park
by the Unholy Three: Gov. Blah-Blah-Blah-vich,
Speaker Mad Again and President Stroker.

They threatened to crank my Juice payment or
take away my buses and hospitals. "Gee whiz,
fellas!" I sputtered as they clenched their fat

fists around my whiny throat. Then suddenly came a
chorus
of angels, and a bright light broke through the ashen
clouds.
Like a great bald eagle, with the visage of Tony
Peraica,

St. Valentine in sandals descended. "Hark, ye Sharks!
The Age of Graft has now ended! Unhand this slave and
all who
tremble like him or ye shall wither like a First Ward
Republican!"

"Curses!" screamed the Three, in unison and with
feeling.
Then I awoke, clutching my throat, still in my orderly
scrubs,
late for work again and scrambling for my bus pass.

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J. J. Tindall is the Beachwood's poet-in-residence. He can reached at jjtindall@yahoo.com. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress.

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