I can’t
Things gone
I can’t find things
like the photographs
of my car.
I can’t open things
like mime email “attachments”
you guessed it...
of my car.
I don’t understand things
like the way they photographed
you guessed it... my car.
I don’t like things
like the four tickets I got
for pulling my car off by the shore.
I question things
like how my car’s behavior
will have something to do with
my court case.
It’s not fair.
I know that you are bare.
It’s me you are trying to scare.
I’m in my own lair.
No where to turn
but plenty to prove
without digging deeper
this hole of despair.
Joe Puntureri October 3rd, 2014
