Lost in a Foreign, Empty Strip Mall Parking Lot,
I was cold and alone.
Holding My Christmas Wrapping Paper,
I realized that I am not pretty enough to get abducted, my bad.
I read the transit schedule incorrectly, horizontally.
No One thought me Old Enough to Bother Jeering at me,
Cars Zipping Past.
I am here ON LEAVE,
TWO DAY PASS, REST AND RELAXATION…
Before I RETURN to WORK
AS A DAMNED ANGEL IN HELL.
Categories: Manic Beatnik Riffing