He calls it
the "hair base"
although I
foundit a place.

In its
whole entirety
made
from Bob's imagination.

A place filled with the human spirit:
Color and words.
Music and people.
Artefacts, works
of art and
of pain.
Public souvenirs and
personal gains.

He places them
because he understands them.
Reads the people
and teaches them
what only he can teach
in this place
–
he made.

Sheltering those who come
for comfort and friendship
– and for respite.
Lamenting for those
whose soul
he feels has gone
out,

when trying to keep up
with their fears,
constantly changing
their gears
when new drugs
are finally found.

For a few minutes in life
he provides them
with time.
And space.
Giving them:
a base.