dreary morning in a truck stop off I-70

bam bam bam! hot off the press, this is great stuff. no messing about, you're taking no prisoners... but while it's delivered so forthrightly, there's a LOT going on in the undercurrents. especially love the names of the doughnuts, how they are paired with something greasy, rancid-tasting, not the glamourous images presented. such is society, such was the big brand of hollywood as we're now finding out through stories of abuse by the studios and the drugs/alcohol/mental health issues of some of the YUGE stars

Dear BK,

Butters is right, there is a lot of stuff happening here.
“wash hands
wash face

wash off the human
race ”

Sometimes you just have to do that to start over. Scrub it off and start with fresh paint the next day. Real and raw! H🌷

Thank you Honoria.  Appreciate the kind words.
Hope all is well with you.


hugs,
buddhakitty.

Snarky

Like

Thank you PoetSpeak.



hugs,
buddhakitty.

I am undeserving of such praise my dear BB, however, i am grateful for such.
It is cold here with snow being called for tonight (just a little) but i am good. Hope you are well also my friend.


hugs
buddhakitty.

Damn! I used to LOVE to go to truck stops! They always had the best coffee and greasy spoon burgers ( in my carnivore years ).  But most of all I people-watched. It was one of the best places ever to do that and write.  

This is great poetry, Kitts.  

As an aside, the mention of donuts named after the dead - the television series Scandal comes to mind: Gettysburger - The Double Lincoln with cheese, Freedom Fries,  Teddy Roosevelt Tots, etc.  

Just something to laugh about.

HA! I LIKE,IT!  The Gettysburger. Awesome.
Brought a smile to my face ( very hard to do). Thanks



hugs,
buddhakitty.  

I struggle with metaphor but understand most of this in Your spill -- & Wow  &  : (

I would have never read this if not for our mutual, Sister, Ahavati

Though a somewhat negative,
still,
a wonderful spill

Thank you Tallen.  I deeply appreciate your reading. I know i write about futility often, however, that is what makes sense to me on this plain of existence. I long ago gave up asking, "why?"


peace to you and good writing,
buddhakitty.