There is an ocean in this scrapyard
that is laughingly called me
and I’m wading through this fractured hulk
somewhere all at sea,
but even junkyards have their uses
though they’re difficult to find,
I have lots of time to waste and
I don’t mind.
A souvenir shop by a cafe
who would place it there?
another laugh and that’s
the way it’s going to be,
somewhere in the scrapyard
always all at sea.
© 2018, John Smallshaw.