CONFESSIONS

Buying a car at Carmax
Is not much fun.
Their stores are blue and yellow
And Cavernous, just like IKEA
Except their car park…

Is mostly cars for sale.
Late model, freshly washed
Respectable cars 
All above Market price.
Because: the Carmax experience.

Which is haggle free and friendly.
But I don’t like it, because it is where
I am exposed to people 
I don’t know…
And people I don’t want to know.

They are the inscrutable, the unfathomable
The generalized mass of people…
From which I protect myself:
Living in a little enclave
Of people of similar proclivities…

And living backed up to
A wilderness where I am more
Likely to interact with wildlife
Than other people. Living the life
Of a privileged elitist.

Thrust into the morass
When walking through a mall
Or buying a car
At Carmax the armor I have so 
Carefully cultivated is pierced…

Those moments outside 
My zone maybe salutary.
But I eschew Life
As it is generally Lived 
Preferring my Sanctuary.