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Summer of 66
by Michael FaradayIt didn't know the consequences
of running with a fast crowd
It's beauty flourished
wings opened splayed markings
of the yellow swallowtail
vibrant like a summer finch
arching its stuck belly
of guts and goo to the road
writhing in anguish.
Small round faces
extruded like playdoh
smooshed against, a nose-smudged
window of a '54 Chevy
mohair seats alive with itch
they watched the flip-flop
until an 18 wheeler squashed it
for good or for worse.
08/02/2005 Posted on 08/03/2005
Copyright © 2025 Michael Faraday
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/04/05 at 04:45 PM Cool blast from the past. Can't beat those classic cars from the 50s, 60s, and even the 70s. Nowadays, except for a few models, they all look the same...bubblemobiles. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/04/05 at 04:46 PM PS: Love the dark humor in the close off: squashed it for good or worse. |
| Posted by JD Clay on 08/07/05 at 11:49 PM Now there is a does of reality. In a world of political correctness and animal rights, today the truckdriver might be enjailed for the extinction of an endangerer species and his rig sold at auction to pay for his indiscretion. Your poem however, harkens back to a world less mad. Good stuff, Michael.
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| Posted by JD Clay on 08/07/05 at 11:50 PM Oops, make that a dose.
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