Junkyard mind

junkyard mind

Sitting under a moon
counting raindrops
rusting away.
Thoughts of an overhaul
surface some days
but frostbite at nights
prevents my fingers a grip
on what to share.
I have flashes of
times caught with love
my lug nuts loose
front end joints needing lubed.
I remember sunny moments
being polished and waxed
before being discarded
to rust
wondering when I’ll be crushed.
My headlights are dark
steering wheel gone
but still I attempt to burn rubber
on a lonely highway
placing words on a blank page
hoping someday
I’ll make it to the finish line
before total decay.

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burn baby burn

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