Why bother trying to figure out

what the stains are made of in the

market parking lot

and how they got there?

Its like when we pee at a public urinal.

We look up and over and around,

but not really at anything.

Eye contact is an intriguing beast.

There are different kinds of death.

Some of us get to choose.

How odd is that?

Those in warm climates without shirts

will only stare.

Do you think gardeners really care about plants?

I came across a discarded hopscotch recently.

I walked around it before stepping into it.

I suppose I wanted to be sure it was solid.

Do feet begin to smell because of

their containment?

Contained things always eventually smell and mold.

But why then does the room where the most

cleaning takes place (bathroom) get the scummiest?

We produce some scary stuff.

We are a a scary thing.