Parking Lot

Fears that the escalator to get down to the parking lot stifling you.. The Pile does not end. Cars together as people do not let you go pass between. This madness. Clutch with madness on your mop. Underground garage A book of poems Born yesterday Crushed Claw. Instead of hands Cold metal Prosthesis Still silent. I'm bleeding on the way not sold not enough Gorgeous Not enough Poet Are you afraid? are you afraid? are you afraid? not to be shown as a Po-et