★ From above I saw tens of thousands of boys and girls
eating freeze-dried potatoes with tiny sticks ★ They
reminded me of the hordes of men who poured into
Alaska to build a pipeline and often worked eighteen-hour
days ★ It was grueling ★ but they got free steak
and lobster every night! ★ It's simply one of those things
I get melancholic about for no particular reason ★ Like
the escalator in the mall that reminds me of when I waited
for the bus ★ I was sorry for Mama because she didn't
have a car ★ I was sorrier for Papa because he didn't have
a job ★ I regretted I'd spent the money they'd given me
not on a book but on a Chinese tea set made in Indonesia
★ I didn't even like tea ★ but the cups and saucers were
so cute and the book was easier to shoplift ★ Now comes
the turn away from the thousands I saw on TV ★ I have
nowhere to go back to ★ so there's no point in going on
★ Scratch that ★ I have no time to f** around with near
rhyme ★ On my headstone write ★ whoever thought a
ghost could be portrayed with a sheet was an idiot ★