poem

Humanity is incomplete without insanity !

it was a Sunday morning and I drove to the super mart
I pulled out on the parkin lot
I saw this lady, clad in a white cashmere
She turned her blue eyes onto me
She had the gleam of a moose and the warmth of a blanket
She whispered, “Want a me…Want a me”

I rushed to the entrance of the store and looked away from the ……..[ho]
She followed me

She saw me buying celery
I said lady I am no saint but can you keep the distance I need,

She had bruises on her elbow
except that she was quite mellow,
I said hello,
lady
I passed a fifty,
quietly,
into her hand
and said could be,
good me