Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 18,096 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

filling Station - Poem by Is It Poetry

A spell, a well soaked rag
sits well and nearly out of reach unless.
A spell is when it's open dirty, but is closed.
Oil soaked around the bend the elbow is.

The smell around the bushes how they do.
A little stunted here and there you know because.
Oil-soaked, where gas is sold, soaked coal oil rags.
Patches on the asfhalt black translucency.

Pumping, pumping, pump the moving evening dress.
One cut above the knee becomes her considerably.
The motel in the lobby by the pump the awning shows.
A woman pumping gass beneeth the moon it's light.
The window shows her face, it really can not be it is.

Comments about filling Station by Is It Poetry

  • Bri Edwards (8/27/2016 8:47:00 PM)

    i've heard of 'elbow grease' but not elbow oil.

    when my daughter was a baby, my wife said here, use some baby oil.
    but i couldn't find the filler cap.

    was this filling station next to the Bates Motel? ?

    favorite line:

    One cut above the knee becomes her considerably ....................i vote for TWO CUTS!
    and maybe a cut or two BELOW the nipple line! ?

    yes, one could expect the bushes to be stunted.

    bri :)
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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 29, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 28, 2012

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