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a poem by John Grey
SIXTEEN AND ON THE WAY TO THE CAR WRECKERS
I was looking for solitude
among the busted headlamps.
I needed twisted metal,
heaps of iron, to block
my view of the town.
i wanted to get so close
to the silence of these wrecks,
I was one more totaled Caddy,
bludgeoned Toyota,
accordioned Bel Air.
I longed to be useless and
rusted and roofless
and door jammed on the driver's side.
The sun hovered overhead,
bright and yellow and mocking me.
Rats scurried in and out of the hulks
like thoughts that have finally found
a head that will have them.
among the busted headlamps.
I needed twisted metal,
heaps of iron, to block
my view of the town.
i wanted to get so close
to the silence of these wrecks,
I was one more totaled Caddy,
bludgeoned Toyota,
accordioned Bel Air.
I longed to be useless and
rusted and roofless
and door jammed on the driver's side.
The sun hovered overhead,
bright and yellow and mocking me.
Rats scurried in and out of the hulks
like thoughts that have finally found
a head that will have them.
© by John Grey
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #9 ~ May 2010
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #9 ~ May 2010