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