The Buckets by Greg Cravens for October 06, 2021

You can’t get there from here. They didn’t draw in the plastic fence and cones.

I didn’t know here was there until you mapped it.

What watch. Ten watch? Such much. (In memory of my mother. )

You’re not all there!

Sign, sign

Everywhere a sign

Blockin’ out the scenery

Breakin’ my mind

Do this, don’t do that

Can’t you read the sign?

I don’t save many, this is a keeper

Welcome to the mall. Give us your wallet and go home.

You’ve passed the point of no retail.

he should find the men’s room – he’s allowed to go there…