Formerly Badass Horrible Poetry

This isn't just a poetry blog. Let's be honest, a lot of what I post is poetry but there are more often than not also postings about short stories. I do try to keep this blog separate from my others and post strictly creative work here. Some of it will be better than others, and much of it is in first or second draft stage when posted. These are raw works, and there will be spelling and grammar troubles at times because I use this blog to gauge what works and what doesn't. I use it as a place to get feedback. That's the reason it is "horrible". Because it's not finished-- And why should it be? We all want feedback but most of us are too afraid to put ourselves out there.

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Monday, January 20, 2014

The Junker in the Garage

The Junker in the Garage

my Car
lifted
above
the cracked oil and grease blotted concrete containing only two lengthy cracks
on the rusted autolift in neighborBOY’s garage.
it sits NO slumps NO hangs next to a Second risen frame
this One similar to my 1969 Chevy Chavelle
only
in how
the engine is busted beyond my Paycheck. trust neighborBOY to offer to Spend
ALL his days pokING and prodING and turnING and rubbING under her skirt.
he opens Her shirt, tWISts the valves, hitS a few skrews and checks the camber thrust.
i hate his scruffyblondehair and callousedhands for being more intimate with my Car
than I am.
not often,
there are times when neighborBOY lets me SPLASH arms in the grease and work my hunk
of metal. though He has yet to move halfaninch on His own i can feel therushofadrenalin
of a streetlight barren highway in the distant kansas fieldflats
WHERE THE STEERINGWHEEL IS AN UNNESSESSARY PERK
Of a wiNding whImpeRing woNderOUs    wasteland    swiTCHbaCK
DEADLY ROCKY MOUNTAIN
PIT FALL

in the Driverseat I grasp the clutch … release the break… and imagine
the grind of paveless road to The West.
But
no.
In reality, when neighborBOY’s hands are free of motor oil, it will only be the go-between amid home and work.
No dust. No cornfield. No convex sky.
Only the revving associated with blasting 80 down a 30 mph DeathTraP.
As it STANDS no LAYS no HOVERS it exists like the neighborBOY beneath the hood:
potential – a classic MUSThave workinprogress – but I admit
it’s not the BOY
but the Car I am in love with.

© 2012 Lex Vex

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