Parking Lot Poem by shoshana vegh

Fears that the
escalator to get
down to the
parking lot
stifling you..
The
Pile does not end.


Cars together as people
do not let you go
pass between.
This madness.

Clutch with madness on your mop.
Underground garage
A book of poems
Born yesterday
Crushed
Claw.
Instead of hands
Cold metal
Prosthesis
Still silent.

I'm bleeding on the way
not sold

not enough
Gorgeous

Not enough
Poet

Are you afraid?
are you afraid?
are you afraid?
not to be
shown
as a
Po-et