Not coming home
fighting chrome guns,
a roaming saint.
In the hush of dusk when streetlights flicker alive,
obsidian sheet metal catching dying light,
A black Chevy Impala – Detroit steel poetry in motion.
They don’t make ‘em like this anymore,
All angles and attitude, chrome catching moonlight like silver promises.
This ain’t just transportation – this is transformation.
V8 heartbeat rumbling beneath the hood,
Speaking in tongues of combustion and freedom,
A gospel of horsepower and torque.
My grandfather’s hands knew this car,
Calloused fingers tracing her curves,
“This,” he’d say, “is American muscle memory.”
When she rolls down the boulevard,
Time slows, respect follows,
Heads turn like sunflowers tracking light.
Blacktop beneath her wheels becomes a canvas,
Each mile a brushstroke of possibility,
Each journey a verse in an unfinished American ballad.
That black Chevy Impala,
Carrying dreams like passengers,
Night rider, soul provider,
Concrete waves surfer,
Four wheels and a tank of gas – that’s all freedom ever needed.????????????????
Midnight rides—his pulse aligns with the thunder beneath him
fingers tracing her curves polishing fire into steel.
Wind against his skin she sings beneath him once more
Saturday mornings spent bathing her shine in devotion
One last glance—wait for me—before stepping inside
his grip firm not on the world but the rhythm of her frame.
The highway fades yet she alone knows the way home
rain or shine she waits unwavering at his door
Twilight drapes them in gold two shadows stretching as one
beautiful chrome heart racing—her name dissolving into the wind.
Autumn, wrap me in the fabric of uncoated leaves
just for this unequaled waning eve
as orchids rest beneath viscous cloudbursts:
I feel distanced from the elements of earth
while stars blink dimly my hands cannot reach,
then come for me be the thread binding me till
your layered air cuddles my arms in moss of dew,
if only to taste this vanishing light in your hour
and gaze longingly at the rainfall of your skies;
when all this patina of boughs' mystique aligns
with the final throb of chrome- like days:
O let morning withdraw against your faded lacquer
to allow a longer glimpse beyond your still radiant nights.
Written 7/1/2018 Patina Contest Judged 7/3/2018
For Broken Wings' A Poem Na'd In A July Contest
Submitted 7/26/2018
king chrome rolling
platinum tyrannosaurus
rex with your baby
teeth showing spaceship
bomber takes on all
comers metallic rhinoceros
slowly going down the street
like a silver baby tank
king chrome rolling
Tonight they held the Belmont Stakes
And California Chrome
Was thought to be the one to bring
A triple trophy home.
He'd won the Derby, Preakness, too
And he was in contention
To win the Triple Crown at last -
That sure was the intention.
Alas, the horse did not succeed;
The pressure must have tripped him,
For he slowed down despite the fact
The jockey clearly whipped him.
So now it's thirty-seven years
Without a Triple Crown
And those whose hopes were highest
Must be feeling pretty down.
Sky scrapers posed a gauntlet across her neon waters....
Radioactive tides their evasive in stalking horse wavelengths
Walpurgis nights preordained pentagon knife; planchette's point
Blank modern day Pompeii ? Neptune's, man of war; crimson's rabbit.
Just A Note: 6\7\2014...."Hey Baby, You Know I Love You: Your A Precious Creation
....Far Beyound Racing And This, These Man Made Things....'Sweet Dreams Baby Boy.'"
The dew drops mingle with the scented foam,
As foaming orchid kisses trace desire.
She sees my desire reflected in chrome
The falling chrome rain cannot quench our fire,
That same flaming fire that guides my need home
Home; where teased kisses play upon her lyre
As lyre strings vibrate like a honeyed comb
I succumb to the thoughts of her desire.
My one desire to ease her wanton need
In latent streams of need that twist and flow
Where flowing movement feeds the hunger so.
So love demands that we sate lusting greed
In greedy torrent waters we renew
Our knowing passion so long overdue
Chrome...metallic clouds,
Illustrated elegance;
Subdued by darkness.
Emerging white clouds,
Silouetted chrome bodies;
Array of the sun.
Inspired by Raul's
Nature's Best Contest
Am i one of them? Evolving body Parts To Pistols
using emotions as ammo turning there Hearts To Missles
It feels like an artificial path that i Took To Train
everyone resembles eachother we all Look The Same
Digging Holes deeper to Earn The Debt
Finding myself Non-purposed to Burn The Rest
Words print out my lost breaths bringing fourth Cold Notation
I am still a dedicated human searching for my Soul's Location
Pondering about the image that Eats At The Scenary
For its the reason im placed as a Piece Of Machinery
Chrome-covered wheels
Let ‘em make the best deals
as the crow flies, his black razor shadow
tearing up the moon,
this is how my hot-wired heart
feels at your rejection.
alcohol fuel-injected twin-turbo hatred
and remorse burns up the
asphalt surfaces of my brain dead emotions.
hot rubber smoke scorches my eyes;
my life lies crushed and mangled,
jagged, wet and dripping
under the terrible tread
of your indifference.
you never felt enough for me
to simply kill me dead;
it would have been kinder.
all I have left is a scarecrow existence
and the taste of blood and chrome
fizzing relentlessly in my teeth.
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