Dawn In The Parking Lot of Average Dreams - A Poem
Dark Gravel
Flattened Cardboard Burger Boxes
Used Bandaids
Slabs of Tire Rubber
Splintered Toothpicks
Exploded Ketchup Packets
Dark Gravel
Flattened Cardboard Burger Boxes
Used Bandaids
Slabs of Tire Rubber
Splintered Toothpicks
Exploded Ketchup Packets
People came.
At first they came to be angry.
Then they came to be seen being angry.
Then they came because tickets became difficult to obtain.