Wayne Mason

  Poet Laureate Of My Garage

  Buddha is

  in my garage

  his likeness

  that is

  Chipped, faded

  in lotus position

  impervious to the

  passing of time

  Eyelids half closed

  surrounded by old

  empty beer bottles

  meditating stoic

  Sitting blankly

  atop industrial shelf

  where other men

  would keep tools

  I’m hopelessly

  inadequate at

  manhood, more so

  being human

  Mans tools

  build walls

  and mine tear

  them down

  My tool is

  this pen and

  I use it like

  a pickaxe

  with it I am

  poet laureate

  of this garage

  watching squirrels

  scurry up and

  down the oaks

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