The Joker on a Jacket

The Joker jacket was laughing at me,

gifted by a friend in a dream whose

meaning only Freud could guess at.

It was just so random and those are 

the types of dreams that provide the

best fodder for the probing analyst.

It was a gray zip-up type jacket with 

a collar and the original comic book 

Joker slanting across the front of it.

I was thrilled to get it, like I was ten 

again and arguing with my neighbor-

hood friend, “who is better, DC or...

Marvel?” I would choose Marvel but

there was no denying the draw of 

Batman and his nemesis, the Joker.  

Was it because he is “crazy” and I 

am a shrink?  A mind on the brink?

Hard to tell, but what do you think?  

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