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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