Sitting in the car listening to the Ramones was fun enough,
--But now we’ve absconded to the bedroom
That must be on wheels / Somewhere back of the trunk.
And you’re lying naked on my lap / With tears in your crater-like eyes / And flesh that is long and lean and doughy
(Too white)
And I’ll be late for work but sunrise must have been hours ago / Yet it is still so dark.
And hovering over us is doom, and you sit up / To catch a glimpse of some waxwork horror / And I realize you’re not the girl I use to know / And the parking lot at the mall is filled with women
--Whose feet don’t touch the earth.
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Tom Baker
Author of Haunted Indianapolis, Indiana Ghost Folklore, Midwest Maniacs, Midwest UFOs and Beyond, Scary Urban Legends, 50 Famous Fables and Folk Tales, and Notorious Crimes of the Upper Midwest.: http://tombakerbooks.weebly.com
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