042710h Transition To Reality Poem by Manonton Dalan

shifted to reverse gear, pulling out
parking lot is almost bare, squares
were left waiting for four tire to rest
it looks like nobody is taking offer
so do i; i have to fill up this body
for a continues mind processing

there's gasoline station with subway
tuck to the corner; for five bucks a foot
that would be lunch and dinner; good diet
poor like me i must be very frugal to pursue
longer life. i have no idea what is in yours
one thing they are very quick and efficient