Late Stage Garden

 Really in decline now. Pretty much end of season for sunflowers but the heat and drought didn't help.

Next year I'd really like to plant corn, and maybe watermelons if I can get some additional space cleared.

Maybe it'll be less dry next year. 

Life In The Car Wash

 Not much of a life.

Drink you, of the healing stream! 

You must go, to where the chrome doth gleam! 

Drink deeply, of that healing stream!

Scribbled obscenities are embraced in arms of light!

And that's the end of this car wash series. Next, more garden and then a lot more Lubbock.

Got Lubbock?

 

The Car Wash

In the car wash, so they say, you can be what you do and do what you be. Do be do be do. This car wash got no car, but does that matter? Got wash? Got car? No, and no.

Got a Dr Pepper machine, got no Dr Pepper. Got no mashed potatoes, ain't got no T-bone either.

Got some lights, got some wires, but there's no juice flowing and no light glowing.

You could armor up with Armor All, but there's none of that either. This is a good car wash for those who have no car, I'll give it that. 

In that old car wash, you can scrub yourself clean, walk on water, like a crazy dream. Swirling brush gonna flay your skin, scrape you down and make you thin. Hot wax gonna spray, burn you up and make you pray. In the car wash. In the car wash.
 

Car Wash-- Fragrance And Vacuum

 Smell the fragrance. Breathe the vacuum.

In the car wash

you can get really clean

just like in your dream

of the CAR WASH!

Oh, in the CAR WASH

you can do your thing,

you can smell the aroma

and vacuum too,

in the CAR WASH!

In the CAR WASH

anything goes, 

you can wear

your rubber hose,

your can dab your mitts

with a moist towel-ITTE--

in the CAR WASH

of your DREAMS!

You can spend your empty days inside the empty bays of a stone dead CAR WASH.

The machines they don't dispense, but you've got no cents, ANYWAY.

It's the CAR WASH! Oooobie Dooobie Dooooobie Doooo. Smell the fragrance! Breathe the vacuum!

That Old Abandoned Car Wash

Once upon a time, maybe, many cars there, all getting sprayed, hosed, waxed, washed, rinsed. Now, all dead. All gone, the little ones. And the big ones. The old ones. The new ones. The sporty ones. The sober ones. 

Now there are empty bays and empty spaces, and the howling winds. 

It is a great emptiness there.

At the car wash. But at least there is still trash.