Day 2--

It’s no wonder that today’s youth
Are obese or sickly-- I think--
As I walk as close to a variety
Of cars made big enough to hide
The wide array of weighties
Or malnourished stick figures
We keep feeding Tasty Cakes
And WHOLE fat milk
As a snack or for dinner
For their necks and bellies
Or the receptacle.
We expect them
Cardiovascular health
And GREAT skin
Yet the parking lots
Just keep getting bigger
And every intestinal pore
Facial pore
More filled with cars that hide
Our bodily harm and the lines
Often thought to designate space
Just keep getting wider
So as not to spill over the edges.

I am feeling
A rush to get to my car
I walk faster
I can and do
Beat out the 10- 20
Year olds who can
Barely drag their bellies
Under the appropriate
Spaces each shirt is made
To provide
No safe crevice
To occupy
In this parking lot
Every spot is gulped down
Like the security
Of food or a finger down a throat
The filling of the space
Between the space
Where only nonexistent small cars
Can fit or motorcycles.
That space everyone waits for
That-- I don’t want to have to walk far
Space

But I am waiting for
The space between
Their ear and neck
Where the food settles
Where the phone rests
While they drive
To explode the fat
Deposits left
From all the carbs
These parking lots provide
Cause there is no escape from the wreak
We’ve become.
I am waiting for the unnatural bean stock
Children we produce to forget
To get to the bathrooms before they expel
Fluids on the car floors
Like this is normal
They are big enough.
Waiting
For their thunderous heroes
And malnourished drop-dead models
To lead the way to the next trend
So either we are starving or
Over eating
Lacking the space for balance
For a healthy portion
For a soup and salad
For an adequate size car
In an appropriate sized parking space
In an acidophilus thriving parking lot


These parking lots
Lack sidewalks like SUV’s are more
Important than the body driving it
Super- Undercover- vehicles
Like they are hiding anything
Except the mess or less
Human beings inside
These parking lots and cars
Like graveyards and The Night of the Living Dead
Sending a trouper’s parade
Out of Wal-Mart
With Twinkie ferocity
Shopping bag and saving BIG
I can’t help
But be deathly afraid
Of these scary ASS
parking lots
Full of SUV’s so big
We can’t see
Where the edges
Of our space
Scream-- Enough
I’m full!
Or shit--
I’m hungry!