Toolbox

I live in my toolbox

Surrounded by food wrappers and garbage

Rusted nails and screws

I live like a man

I rarely cook

I don't clean

Cobwebs above my head

Crusted earth below on the carpet

On the tile

A mixture of gasoline and mildrew

Fills my nostrils

Organization is nonexistent

I put every piece of the jigsaw

Where I can find space

The puzzle doesn't look

Anything like the box it came in

I find the solutions to problems

In the most makeshift ways

Lifting sliding doors off the tracks

So I take machinery

Back and forth to my van

I'm surprised I don't see

Yellowed newspaper everywhere

Though I don't read much

News

That always seems to be

in hoarder's houses

At night when I sleep I listen to rodents

Creaking their way

Through gaps

In scraps of metal framings

My van only plays cassettes

As I rock the best of the Eagles

A decade after the millenium

Reviews

[charlie]

There's a Kodak moment sort of poem for ya

[rutherford]

Gritty realism that creates a melancholy affect. Great skills of perception and description.

[rutherford]

Gritty realism that creates a melancholy affect. Great skills of perception and description.

[Taylor H.]

Very creative :) I enjoyed this. Sorry I cant be of much help lol

[Jordan]

Very descriptive.
The environment seems almost to be metaphorical of the life and the inner self of the person.

[Ravyne Hawke]

Amazing descriptive poem... a life as screwed up as the environment it finds itself living in. The Eagles denotes nostalgia for a better time and place. Well done, Luke.

[Pryde Foltz]

Loved the lines of this one.

[kublakhan27]

I constantly feel like a jigsaw puzzle with the wrong pieces jammed into whatever open spaces appear...well-said Luke :)

[zephyr]

There is a real sense of crispness to this piece that delivers the story with great impact.