Petal-pushers and hula hoops
‘Greasy Kid Stuff’ – smear on the goop
Baseball card gum that tastes like rubber
That amazing stuff called ‘flubber’
Dino the Dinosaur and the Texaco Man
Mumblety-peg and Kick the Can
Sky King and Wyatt Earp
Slowpokes you loved to slurp
All that’s gone now, replaced by video games
~ They all seem the same
Categories:
texaco, fun, games, nostalgia, today,
Form: Couplet
Of all the professions ever been in the world
Some are rightly regarded today as absurd
The Western Union man just can't compete
with high-tech texts and twitters and tweets
'Typewriter Repairmen' now obsolete
'Abacus Salesmen,' long rest their feet
'Butter Churners,' consigned to back burners
Bowling lane 'pin-spotters,' no longer wage-earners
But the profession I miss the most by far
is the Texaco Gas Jockey with his big bright red star
Categories:
texaco, memory, nostalgia, people, work,
Form: Couplet
Mexico
rhymes with Texaco
What a Gas
Categories:
texaco, car, giggle, words,
Form: Senryu
Dead cars decorate the field
behind an old Texaco station
that smells of grease and gasoline
This is their graveyard:
a place to rest and rust
as relics of yesteryear
Fords, Plymouths, Chevrolets,
mirrored monuments of the past
sleep peacefully in the grass
Shards of glass spatter floor mats
like pieces of puzzles
no one cares to put together
Ripped seats, pitted chrome
rotten rubber, faded paint
telltale signs of a lost battle
The playground for adventurous boys
they pretend to steer these beauties
along one last mile of highway
Treasure hunters scavenge
name tags, license plates, hood ornaments
the last source of identity
After all, in the end
name and reputation
are all that's left on this earth
Heaven holds the rest.
Categories:
texaco, appreciation, destiny, life, memory,
Form: Free verse
Almost every, time I regret a thing,
I've done it's from becoming my worst enemy
Why can I never seem, to step aside
Get out of my own way, instead of being
Caught between the many things preventing me
From heading to the spot, I should already be at
But am not, the haves and have nots are definately not
Set in stone, but the etching of the rock, is getting close
& the ticking of the clock it never slows
Plus the pressure to be succesfull tends to grow,
It looms large, i can't pretend it don't
& i'm to smart, to accept the notion I won't win
After the final second strolls
Off of the scoreboard, I know that nothings 4 shure
Exept death and IRS collections so
I'll just take these mental notes,
And let them fuel, the things i do like texaco
Then set the globe on fire utill there's nothing left but smoke
And ashes decending downwards on my coat
Footprints looking as if i just stepped through snow
Categories:
texaco, absence, dedication, destiny, dream,
Form: Rhyme
The czars and the kings will hold on to their throne chairs
until they are dragged out kicking and screaming,
tweeting all the way to their dungeons.
Nuclear winter is a few years down the road, but global warming
will have people flocking to Kansas soon from Florida which
will drop into the sea.
The Texaco Shareholders and their families will build a wall,
and stay inside, breathing their own greed and selfishness.
Jesus will be saving other planets, not concerned at all about our silliness,
as we have so many wanna-bees here.
Stocks will go up and down, so many times. It will be called the
yo-yo year of the stock market.
The girl next door will develop narcolepsy and
refuse to come out of her house or answer the door,
not telling us it has flown into agoraphobia.
It will be the year of the PIG, and the pig will be orange
and be featured on balloons with diapers.
A misogynist bully-pig.
This is what I think.
Categories:
texaco, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Political Verse
Broke down
On the side of the road
Got no where to go
Just a flat tire
Slept in the car till day light
Thumbed a ride to a Texaco
Man says, “Girl you look wiped out,
You could stay at my place for the night.”
Ain’t got no control ain’t got no money
So what do you say honey?
Wiped out left alone
On this American road
Yeah, I’m wiped out left alone
Got no place left to go
Rain running down the window shield
Tears in my ears got everything to lose
Make up don’t do me no good
Can’t afford change, got no lipstick to wear
Put your hands down my dress
Ugly man what a mess
Bend over it’s all over
So what do you say honey?
Wiped out left alone
On this American road
Yeah, I’m wiped out left alone
Got no place left to go.
Wiped out left alone
Wiped out I can’t get home.
Wiped out left alone
Wiped out I can’t get home
Categories:
texaco, abuse,
Form: Lyric
Love is the lost cause
bleeding in the dusty halflight
of a suburban sad cafe.
Remembrances of autumns past
and kisses beneath Texaco neon,
a wrong turn and a fleeting smile,
a flash of light in the utter darkness
of youth.
A fragile spirit, bitter and broken,
a glass heart
placed precariously on the ledge,
dangerous
yet safe
in the security of a fading memory.
Alone 'neath starlit skies
and snowy slumber,
falling into the night,
sullen vespers,
the smell of your skin,
aching for love
somewhere in a motel in Massachusetts,
your name a knife
in these October wounds.
Categories:
texaco, lost love, sad,
Form: Free verse