- Non-Erotic Poetry
- A Reign Of Dandelion
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Click hereclick clack
clop clop
heels that fall
like frozen drops
on astonished asphalt
untreaded for years
so that tufts and dandelion
greet the sun
as biosphere creeps back
reclaiming ground
straight through
the abandoned
Main and Jones
intersection
so it's
click clack
clop thud
really
when her urban heel
hits the softness
of small town's defeat
and not a single breath
of familiar bustle
responds from the street
but behind her eyes
the layer of once before
merges with the shell of now
an empty framework
in decades of decay
then
Poppy S and the Mrs
still parade
around the hardware store corner
reminding everyone that
yes indeed this is our house
and Poppy survived two wars
so indeed he is entitled to Estate
miss Mina
glares across the street
at young Patrick,
kind of handsome,
almost dangerous enough
but still stuck there
in 'Quaker State Dammit' Stetson's
run down auto workshop
he will never get the gears
of the deep blue
my own hue
LA style cadillac
to run as smooth as he wish
and he wish
like she wish
to be seen by the other
but petty posing nonchalance
careful not to look
too interested
runs as rusty in a too young heart
as those bloody gears
click clack
clop thud
each step to rewind
and in her mind
little miss Mina runs by
chasing sunrays
and a shot at cotton candy
at merry old Beeker's shop
if she hurry she might,
before it's too late
she lives down south now
neither loved
nor let down no more
but better off alone
since long ago
and if if she hurry she might
before it's too late,
have a shot, for once
at a real life again
just like here
in the corner,
the abandoned
Main and Jones intersection
where town moved out
and dandelions moved in
life vs life
filling the space
finally
the motion capture reel
behind her eyes
fades out
and the brand new
four door safe shot SUV
awaits to take her
down south
again
a few more
click clack
clop
and one last glance
at no more a name
the ghost of home
a reign of dandelion
in her deep blue
almost his hue
city wheels
trying to remember
the taste of cotton candy
little miss Mina
drives
- COMMENTS
duddle146over 17 years agoA long rambling look back at another time ~ made sweeter by the evocative nature. A little long but ~ how long should Memory Lane be? Lovely Read.
LeBrozover 17 years agoThe feel of small town South
As the rural towns subside
And folk move to the urban sprawl
Where life beats a more frenetic pace.
Maria2394about 20 years agookay, that coul dbe a problem for some purists :)
down south here, especially near the shore, there are some ancestors of the first black settelrs in Charleston, in fact all along the SC coast. I have lived in this are so long, their dialects are music to my ears. It takes practice to understand... but the way Liar used this technique made it perfectly clear. when he wrote, ...(paraphrasing here)...*she going down south*...yeah, I knew what he meant, I can hear it in my neighbors' voices... :)
SeattleRainabout 20 years agookay I am shallow and uneducated and should be medicated, but this was too long for my attention span. I LOVED the images, but I kind of forgot what I was reading about...and then kind of blurred out... Just my opinion, if you are looking for an audience of ADHD insomniacs, you should trim a bit. ha! Seriously, this was very cool I enjoyed the ride.
