The Poetry of
Jack Scott

Uncreator

I built this car from wrecks
and scraps and junkers.
I was its maker,
its creator.
It was an only one
I was its only driver
It came together slowly
over an extended time,
but totaled very quickly.
It went very, very fast,
but I forgot the brakes.

 

467 ®Copyright 1974 Jack Scott. All rights reserved.
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