pre-school

look at that empty glass
last filled with wine
hating us all
as it out shines us all
and then i depart
from where you were
and the bus stop
in barren splendor
and hard gum drop glory
sits back in it's chair
holding me tight and hating the world
laughing as i die
i wish it would not
i wish i would not and
just hold onto
the little woman that makes me warm
and hot inside like buttered broth
it heals the soul and ties the shoes