The first poem I ever wrote. I was 22 and had it published in a book. Not realizing at the time that it was essentially a pyramid scheme. But, at the time it still felt good to be published.
The Gas Station
( An Allegorical Poem about Teenage Drinking Parties)
I’ve gone to the Gas Station once before.
Although many cars surrounded me, I only knew the attendant, but he had off.
As the cars began to fill up, I felt out of place.
Some missed the tank.
I sat alone, and felt alone.
A new Gas Station has opened and once again, I know the attendant.
I don’t want any gas.
I don’t want to pay for it.
Although I feel honored to go to the Gas Station, I don’t want to be there.
I won’t feel alone, just empty.