The book of mars

a long line of kids my age outside of my work place.
holy shit a gun? no- a lighter, no worries.
pehry passes joints around.
were gonna be here awhile.
moving along, all of a sudden i'm alone.
my surroundings have changed now that i "look up"
i'm in a borders books/clothing store, asking people where the line went.
dirty looks, still lost, think about taking small sketchbooks but i have a dream conscience.
we were supposed to see the abandoned building-
oldest submerged bathtub and dead bodies
(i can "see" what it looks like)