From: From Auburn

8
Exit 183 and Wilsonville again
the 24 hour Chevron Foodmart

There is a truck in the parking lot
that is two-third's mud
it looks like the whole rear of it
was dipped in excrement
by some kind of shit demon getting
ready to eat it like a chip
and G.L. says:
"I don't want to be in Wilsonville."
and I know exactly what she means but
I still get out because I have to pee

I go inside to pay homage to the convenience gods
and to leave an offering to the porcelain gods
and I think maybe
maybe it will be enough
maybe we will get out of here
without the shit demons eating the van
like a chip

Inside Larry buys food with enough
preservatives in it so the death doctors
will not have to fill him, G.L., or any one
in the van with formaldehyde when they die
--Which I think is cool,
kind of like an affordable payment plan
with no interest rates, and besides
convenience store snack food
is cheaper than death
especially now that it is covered
under most insurance plans

3.25 and we make it back to I-5
we leave Wilsonville and shit demons behind us
Oregon mile marker 282
and we're awake again
let the madness resume
my wrist is ready!

©2001, by Neske.