Left Piled by the Tracks
Old spark plugs and the grease
that came with them,
brown leaves still on the limb,
a poster of Skynard
too attached to the paneling,
a half-dozen books
readers finished digesting,
a big piece of something
sold once as “Indestructible!,”
a filing cabinet worth a fortune
if rust was tax-deductible.
A million odds and ends
of the corrupt, the unlucky,
the idle, the bankrupt and
still in the box, a miraculous razor,
open it up:
“Try it! Amaze Her!”
***
It’s the dead end of the world
Ironweed in HD,
everything’s broken, but
everything’s free.
Keep digging, boys
Tom Waits
must be down there,
under a box,
over the rainbow,
somewhere.
Don’t you hear that?
It’s a piano, I swear.
Try by the sign
that says, “Keep Out
of Nowhere.”
September 15, 2017