Like moving to the East Village, but easier on the wallet. — Register Free
Submitted by orgami on 17 August 2007 - 11:48pm.
Style / Type:
freeform
climb in and the heat is electric and old
decaying plastic and hot radio spitting out retro rock
dirty stink of cigarettes
burning engine oil
squeak goes the gas pedal
worn smooth to the metal
exposed like the shiny eye of bone
press down on this cyclops
and the sedan lurchs sloppily foreward
pulling on its inertia
my arm is burning on the ragged fuzz
of doorest
i take a lungfull of that vintage scent
passing feilds and barns
dreaming in my wheel machine
..O..
just one of many vehicles from my trips down
memory road
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Oh man, you dragged me down that road with you.
back to one of the times I climbed into my old beast,
went fuckit, that jobs sucks anyway,
picked up a couple of mates
and headed up the coast,
to surf and mushrooms.
What a blast today was! Sit down at me ‘puter, fired up NeoPoet and get greeted by poems from you, Lenny, Mark (conect) and Mark on the first page, like running into old friends for the first time!
cheers,
Jess