Scrap Metal

I never helped my first love
Die.
Not completely, anyways.
Seventy-five bucks and a handshake later
Off, she was dragged by the
Wrecker
To a place where I was sure they'd
Take good care of her.

I remember her how I
Knew her.
Gray.
Boxy.
Bent out of shape.
Her duct taped window that
Drove me nuts.
I last saw her the way I
Loved her.

What happens in this place
They take cars to
Die?
Scrap yard.
Junk yard.
Salvage yard.
They're all the same.

Do the doctors do one last
Check?
And take whatever parts that might
Help bring another to
Life
Or buy a little more
Time?

The jaws close in.
Clasp.
Lift.
Shift.
Drop.
Maybe a nudge or two into the
Perfect Spot.

The big squeeze descends and
Pets her head.
Gently now.
Slowly, love.
Creaks and cries come
Easy.
But easing now,
As every last dent, scrape and
Imperfection
Is humanely flattened
Away.

Always.

She is reduced to her finest
Elements.
All that once filled her
Core
Gone.
Her soul is joined by
Others.

Not far off,
We sit
And listen.
Turning around every
Now
And
Then.
Enough to notice.
Just enough
Not to.

We fill our
Time
Talking about the
Wrong Things.

Sunday Gray Blue

Sunday blues
They drag me
down
My pale heart
Still grieving
Gray skies
Reveal late
Summer's lie
My soul since
Ceased
believing
Window sweat
Draws me close
But leaves
My fingers
seething
My mind
Sensed warmth
Was still in sight
But the
Sun
Is so
Deceiving

Get There...A Journey in Flight

Flying has its ups and downs
A trite statement
One might say
From ground to air
And back to ground
Balance barely
Kept at bay
While passengers
Flip through magazines
I scour my carry-on
For Dramamine
Yes, flight's an invention
Too dizzying for words
If not for desirous destinations
Flying would be strictly
For the birds

Exclamation!!!!

An unexpected consternation
The source of much perturbation
Adds complication
To troublesome translation
My hope for the nation
An abrupt end
To multiple and mixed
Punctuation

My Right Brained Adventure

Once in a while
My mind drifts off
From this
Chaotic world
To a place
Where all of your
Yesterdays
Are still
Ahead of you
And all of your
Tomorrows are todays

Where your
Dreams
Are Reality
Or
As you
Wish

Your decisions
Delayed
With no
Consequence
Right brain
Relinquishes
Its Self defense
Paying no mind
To all that is unsure
It drifts
Willingly
Into the next
Adventure

#message

Botched
Bungled
Beat up
Bashed

An autocorrect here
A misspeak there

Walking the line
Walking back in time

The message stays there
No matter how unclear

Swallowing
Is hard
When your
Tag
Has been
Hashed

Just Around the Corner from the Light of Day

Oh data
My data

Stuck in
Freeze frame
Each time
The same

An edit
Or two
Another
Might do

But not
Soon enough
I shall publish
This stuff

My findings
Exposed
Another chapter
Be closed

And I can
Finally
Get on
With my
Life