Short Car Park Poems

                                   amidst leaves

                                   in the hospital car park 

                                   an orange peel...

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There's many subjects near and dear to my heart
But none so dear as blowing farts off a cart
On our way to the market
Towns folks are the targets
They're not even safe in the underground car park


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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Are you still here? Bullfrog? Is that really your bit?
Come on cupcake, you need to polish up your wit.
Do you shave your head or did it just all fall out?
Your poor little seed didn’t get to far past sprout.

Writer’s block for almost two years.
Wow, it would appear you had a few too many beers.
To much time in the car park, I think.
But bless your heart sweetie you do look pretty in pink....

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I saw you were  seating  in the car park
In the wooden chair, no one I saw there
And you expected no one there by heart 
But I crossed your path by a similar idea
We met unexpectedly in a place called "park" 

Since all rooms were taken by busy hearts
And all the streets were filled with running cars
We are  forced to park here, the place we share 
Could this meeting up last for thousands of years?...

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Keyboard tough, back to the pub.
A parking lot scanned, looks for a rub.
Boastful and strong, I’m sure indeed.
He’s probably only five foot three.

A complex known to little men.
Very seldom does he even pen.
He makes his claim throughout the land.
Intimidated by the real life man.

I would stand up my brother, for even you.
You should pay a visit, let’s have a brew.
I know you’re partial to the car park ride.
I’m already married, so we’ll just stay inside....

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TELL

Alternative worldview as I sit on my throne, 
trolleys in the car park only purpose to exist. 
Tell me what is it like to be a pond? 
See a mirror in your smooth serene exterior, 
are you reeling inside under the surface like me? 
Danger of drying up in summer stagnant stinking water. 
Frozen solid two seasons later hard as stone. 
Are you me or am I you?
Fake personality, make believe, make up to hide 
what it’s all about. Smoke and mirrors conquer naked truth, any day....

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