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Passion's Sonnet
Glittering Chrome on Black like Stars At Night
Ageless Old Man with Narrow Minded Sight
In a Nineteen-Fifties Time Piece(Nameless)
Go for it. Smile at me. I'm Shameless.
Devil Horns on Hand, Devil Horns on Heart
Posed Elegantly for the Throwing Dart
And I Stand All Set but I'm Not Ready
For a Drift so Perfectly Unsteady
But, alas, He moves to the Passing Lane-
A Fleeting Line of Reckless and Profane
I trace with my fingers Still-Hot Skid Marks
As Distant Chrome glitters like Dying Sparks
...and fades into history's hysterics
filled with romantics and other old tricks.
Ageless Old Man with Narrow Minded Sight
In a Nineteen-Fifties Time Piece(Nameless)
Go for it. Smile at me. I'm Shameless.
Devil Horns on Hand, Devil Horns on Heart
Posed Elegantly for the Throwing Dart
And I Stand All Set but I'm Not Ready
For a Drift so Perfectly Unsteady
But, alas, He moves to the Passing Lane-
A Fleeting Line of Reckless and Profane
I trace with my fingers Still-Hot Skid Marks
As Distant Chrome glitters like Dying Sparks
...and fades into history's hysterics
filled with romantics and other old tricks.
Published 19th May 2014
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19th May 2014 4:58am
yes, big cars of the 50's, dinosaurs of the open road. slick story of a pick-up that didn't quite happen...
19th May 2014 11:39am
Thanks for the insight :) Basically, this poem was an exaggeration of feelings and glances exchanged across two lanes of traffic and the old man (who actually radiated more youth than I have yet to see of my fellow teenagers) became the embodiment of ageless Passion here. He drives fast in a chromed out time machine black as sin, and beckons anyone and everyone with his charming smile.
