Friday, April 20, 2012

Poetry Friday - Tie

photo found at vin65.com

Forgotten

He had his garage,
          he always had his garage.
Boxes of the useful
          rubber bands
          margarine tubs and lids
          twist ties and
          paper clips and
          empty tape dispensers.
Old t-shirts work for rags.
Newspapers of history forsaken.
Jars of nuts and bolts and twiddly bits
          good for something
and the lost buttons waiting patiently.
A pile of broken toys he knows he'll fix
          someday.
Railroad spikes and rebar
stacks of wooden pallets
picture frames and car parts
empty oil cans and paint buckets
a sign or two
          even a mangled grocery cart.
Who would throw such things away?
So much waste, so much.
Back when he was young...
          nothing could afford to be forgotten.

2 comments:

Clowncar said...

I like this. kind of a What's He Building In There vibe (it's a Waits song).

like the shopping cart image too. I have a thing about shopping carts.

jaded said...

I've been in that garage many times. A friend does estate sales and she visits these spaces often, but she doesn't descibe it this beautifully.