i tend to write
my insipid odes
any and every where

in the car
on the highway
going too fast
empty park benches
waiting rooms
offices
churches

today
i was in the middle
of a repair
and stopped
and wrote one

the lady
seemed confused
asked what was wrong
i smiled sadly
it never stops
even if
no one cares
i replied

she nodded
not knowing
as i try to sleep
she will be
in one of the poems
that never stop

if you read this
i didn’t charge you
for the repair
you were kind
and
i am strange

i’ll probably
write another dozen
tomorrow
especially at the court house
first thing
in the morning