ever walk into a vague attempt
at a forest,
     find yourself ******* in the open,
and someone in a parked car
suddenly turn on the headlights,
and speedily drive away
      from: "the scene of the crime"?
and there i was thinking
i was good...
                 apparently infirmary does
that to you...
       whatever "you" is
                                at that point...
no less a ***** as no more a zombie...
all the more:
        the fictive - king! - of jerusalem!
maybe i received the wrong
juggling act of: "up-to-date",
                           "current-affairs"...
nights can be vague...
   esp. in scarce, modern quasi-forests...
   a drunk walks past,
a pseudo-homeless man
               is strapped to the confines
of a car...
         the drunk takes a ****...
                  the confined man becomes
invigorated with
                    hitchcock metaphors...
the drunk is later accused
of parking a van
       where an amateur **** movie
is taking place...
          drunk walks past
with an un-buttoned shirt...
           inspecting:
             so i was "here"...
         when all of this, took place?
ever walk into a western allowance
of a forest and
  suddenly stop, exclaiming:
  ****!
                    where's my shadow?!