From Traveling at High Speeds by John Rybicki
(Western Michigan University 2003)
Junkyard Poem
Love brings me to the heart
of a junkyard near Connors and Mack.
I slam my pick-up truck
through the padlocked gate,
climb onto the flatbed
to rattle my pinball machine,
its Mardi Gras lights winking
off the rusty cheeks of bumpers,
off the undercarriages balled up like fists.
I shake its silver hips.
I tap the gay machine.
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