Monday, October 17, 2016


this engine grease on my knuckles
won't wash off completely

the brush with soap
can't get all of it

sometimes that is how
my brain feels

i try to write the junk out
onto a pad of paper

mostly i'll feel better
but usually there's a little gunk left

today, though, i pictured your sweet smile
soon i forgot all about the gunk

nothing is worth worrying about
when the woman you love loves you in return

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