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.

2013

Junk

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