parking lot thoughts

daze by. flies cover the crown and i leave it be. it doesn’t matter anyways. just sunrises and mint. all gobbled up in a golden cup for the youth. let the youth be. let the old cry. for their tears know no bounds. i’m a scarecrow baby. walking over this sad asphalt. there are puddles everywhere. and it’s sad. sadder than death. but that’s life baby. seeing the grease glitter in these puddles. twirling little elves that got dropped from heaven. all God. all Franny and Zooey. all Jesus—Father, Son and Holy Spirit.