Joe was a man in town that did pretty much of everything.
He was the sheriff, and the butcher, he hauls food to the neighbors.
Joe also was working on cars and trucks, pumped gas if you needed some.
Joe had an old tow truck, red in color to match the fire truck.
The tow truck was joes pride and joy.
He made money at the county fair.
He would be tow for miles around. But on race at the fair is where you would find old Joe
They say old Joe died the other day. Just days after he parked the old tow truck.
Joe the handy man.
in peripheral vision lives a little all seeing wizard
wand in hand he waves in apostrophes
but if like me you are we ignore
go on a merry path until;
the sun seems to no longer shine again,
handcuffs get slapped on,
the electricity goes off,
some quick tow truck finds your title loan ride,
or you wake up....
Fuck you very much,
Indian tow truck driver
Now I owe my aunt.
Yes, I saw the sign
And yes, you are an asshole.
I guess we both are.
Fucking money, man.
It's not like I got a lot.
And now I owe more.
Fuck you, native friend.
You were just doing a job.
I'm just pissed off now.
the boy’s mother is biting off less than he can chew. her insomnia
has put her inside a worm
to fill. her milky eyed
revs a tow truck
in a heavy fog. it is possible, humanly
to see here. that her god
is, in a sense,
in the boy’s
• by michaelfixer
• 15 hours ago, Apr 27, last seen 2 minutes ago
• © michael gagain
i'll make him an offer he can't refuse....
he must understand the car...it is used
i been here before...can't do it again
the car is a clunker
my wife called it a junker
i will go back to the ads...
and set my sights on a jag
before i give this fool my cash
oh.......one hundred bucks
in that case i will try my luck
if it does not work
or i get it stuck in the muck
i'll simply..call and get a tow truck
If life is a highway, what's the number for AAA?
'Cause I'm stranded in the middle of nowhere,
my tires are stuck in mud of insecurities,
windshield cracked with the force of self-doubt
and the meter is nearing "E".
I need a tow truck,
to lift me out of this mess and
pull me out of this metal debris.
I'll have to lug that piece of **car
but at least I'll have some help
getting it home safe.
loneliness clings to me like wet paint
so I walk the streets at night
leaving behind neon footsteps
traces of your absence
color the asphalt
blue on black
the wind is cold
but at least it touches me.
I have grown more intimate with the rain
you are unfamiliar.
my brother's phone vibrates
and I remember when the sound
I am lonely
and I am sorry for this.
I hang on you like a noose
I am the weight you drag
the useless end of a tow truck
I know I shouldn't need you as much as I do
it is unhealthy
it is unfair
like all parasites,
I must die
so you can explode like the amazing fireworks display you were always meant to be
or burn burn burn, you infinite star..
Friendship is like the glue that holds a cracked vase together
You know that you will never be perfect again
But that glue will always remain
And in times of need
Friendship is the sun that warms you up
Lifts you up
Keeps the clouds away
And when the bond is strong
Drama nor distance can rip it apart
Strong from the start
And when you've hit a bump in the road
Friendship is your tow truck
They always say lift your head up
And at the end of the day you can look back at all the pain
Realize where you are now and smile it away
Friendship is that smile on your face
So appreciate it everyday