INSANE RAMBLINGS OF A TEENAGE MAD MAN EXCERPT #5: the park

I:
A tall hippie chick in a shawl sits b a concrete wall

Her eyes protected by thick shaded lenses

Her calm and poise excite my senses

Her voice somber like a dark mist

Her style an extension of an era long gone

I feel an artistic attraction of pure aesthetic value

An urge to mate to join, to blend with

An ideal, a parody, a caricature of satirical proportions

In the park of cold hard cement

Where the lost souls go to find their true home

Where reality is lost beneath the sound of rolling stones and hazy minds