Best Tailfin Poems

Long, Low and Wide

By Elton Camp

American cars of the fifties were a big hit
Although some in a garage wouldn’t fit

No tailfin could possibly be too high
A wraparound windshield had to spy

Gobs of shiny chrome was the in thing
Like a cheap woman covered in bling

They weaved...

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If I were a jukebox, long-forgotten,
Languishing amidst some rusting antiques 
In a cold, cramped barn mostly filled with junk 
I would summon all the strength I could muster, 
Light up those bubbly circuits around my face 
Throw on a few 45-rpms from the fifties, 
And...

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Tremolo vibrations mark this soar
like weight lines in my invisible cloak
urging more ardor as nerves implore
testimony heralding our sick joke

while packed within schools of baffled flesh,
nose to tailfin in mimicking motion
too fresh to witness the feeding thresh
since Bigger taints the ocean with devotion

with teeth that...

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If I were a jukebox, long-forgotten,
Languishing amidst some rusting antiques 
In a cold, cramped barn mostly filled with junk 
I would summon all the strength I could muster, 
Light up those bubbly circuits around my face 
Throw on a few 45-rpms from the fifties, 
And...

Continue reading...