inside the heart of a junkman

by tobias crabtree


Nothing for sale, here. Not one thing.

So move along.

You can walk the aisles, maybe check the rooms whose doors ain’t blocked,

there’s things you might could use.

Just take ’em, th’ain’t for sale.

There’s nothin’ new.

It’s all been used.

Nothing for sale here, so get what you need

and move along.