Lie to me July
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Last Butt in the Box
Out in alley
Of the one way street
On one end was the gynecologist office parking lot
To the other where the police station was
He stood in the center in an odd shaped
Abandoned entrance to someplace
Long closed off with bars and a pad locks
With the word Master embossed on it.
There were two open rectangles on either side
Cut out empty glassless windows to look
Up the alley to the freight trains passing
Or
Down in the other direction to parked patrol Cars
Straight directly across the street was the kitchen
Of St. Vincent’s Rest Home
Where the gals in the kitchen watched me
while doing the pots and pans.
There was only one way in/out for him.
All that first half of that year he stared at those
Bars and locks behind him while he smoked.
Thinking
What in hell kind of job had this been ?
Later in the afternoon
He would stand in there for the last time
Wondering about how he came to find
Himself in this strange place…
And eventually
Finally figuring way out
So he took one last look
Around his latest
abandoned confinement
Thinking
after I’m gone
Will those gals in the kitchen
Who used to watch me doing the pots and pans
Wonder where that guy went
And when it’s their turn to leave ?
Uncollected 8/3/2012
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