Tag: poetry

• February 11, 2025

  Good Morning the Automaster

  I’m waiting for new tires A rusted roofing nailThe catalyst of this outing I’ve passed the timeReading the newsReading poetry to counter act my despair of reading the newsObserving conversations A salesman pacesThere are not many cars to sellI can’t think of anything worse than selling cars There is a museum hereA cluttered hallway Filled…