Dreams eh?!

He trekked up toward the city lights,
to see the scorpions and all the others,
thick smoke in the air,
dreadlocks in his hair,
and tattooed to the nines,
all but covered.
Marlboro man,
imitation remains to be seen,
briskly strolling,
swigging at a bottle of beam,
He wears a tangled beard
and oversized glasses
to hide his face from sight
he was still walking into the city
as the day turned to night
He spots the scorpions,
down by the water,
wildly slipping cognac
around a well lit fire.
Each wore blue leather shoes,
and a matching tattoo,
all bound by covert codes
and similar attire.
They like women and music,
smoking cigarettes,
they like drinking their booze
and dabbling in phets,
its blood in blood out .
He shuffles down the rocky hill
They all spun round
and broke out in laughter
His blue shoes shiney as ever
made from fine leather,
the talk was fresh
it had been a while.
There was much chatter of family and friends
and softly spoken tales of tieing loose ends
"hey man, where 'ave you been?" he was asked
His eyes welled up as he spoke
tales of his recent experiences in life
"those bastards came to my home,
tied up my children
and sliced up my wife!"
dreams eh