SerenitySavage

I’m currently sitting at my most least favorite car place, Merchant's Tire and Auto. They changed their name to NTB several years ago, but it will always just be Merchant’s to me.  It doesn’t matter what I do, I always end up spending 2 plus hours in this damn place. Today I set an appointment for an oil change and am leaving with a new set of tires an alignment and $1000 poorer. Despite all of that, I still keep coming here. They have always done all the maintenance on my Odyssey mom van and I don’t really feel like they try to rip me off too badly. I always bring my notebook with me to write. I have written several poems in the waiting room of this grimy car shop. I’m writing this from the same spot right now. But I don’t feel poetic right now, just reflective. There is a couple here that made me feel the urge to go prose. Characters in my day. There is a tall skinny, furry necked man sitting across from me as I first sit down. I could hear him as I was checking in. Grunting and

Black Lily The deepest color In your bouquet Of women Void Yet vibrant She doesn’t lose Her hue Even when she’s gone She is the same Here and there

I’m as jaded  As the color Of my name Burnt sour apple A stubborn emerald kelly  Mixed hues of  Deceit and jealousy  Drip from my eyes So much that  It is all I see Crushed origami  The dissolution of dreams  There is no space left  For what I deserve Only endless fields of green