I tend to keep a lot of things in the trunk of my car. Cleaning it out the other day, I found this text. Unbelievable though it sounds, It appears to be a poem written by the trunk of my car itself! It isn't particularly good, but what do you expect from the trunk of a car?


Poem by the Trunk of my Car

I contain a set of Julia's clothes, in a plastic bag

A jack, a spare, a quart of oil, a rag

Jordan Davis's suitcase was in me recently, heavy with books from Chicago

Ron Silliman's might soon be loaded here

A copy of Wittgenstein's Tractatus has been in me a long while

Too dark in here to read!

"The world is everything that is the case"

This poem is everything that is the case

about the contents of the trunk which I happen to be