Friday, August 14, 2009

1968 Pontiac GTO

Sticky vinyl upholstery
and a glove box full of 8-tracks
glide homeward on a country lane.

Diodes blink on the dashboard,
rancid Kentucky Fried potato salad
coagulates around a plastic spoon.

Drunken rant from his dad,
coarse winks from the younger brothers,
mama asks if he's going to get hitched

or is it just a fling? She used to
have good Sunday-school elocution,
wear bustles and frothy lace.

Let them enjoy their salacious fantasies.
I was just out looking at the stars.

Thanks to Eugene O'Neill and Eric Burdon.
Words courtesy of Read Write Poem
Collection available! Knocking from Inside


Michelle Johnson said...

Excellent use of the Read Write Poem prompt. The ending is especially good. Hope all is well.

Anonymous said...

Strong images, especially in the second stanza. Well done.

Nathan said...

This poem has a wonderful voice and your sense of narrative is so strong.

Mark said...

Yeah, what Nathan said.

Well done.

Cynthia Short said...

I enjoyed every word, every line, you did another terrific job...

Derrick said...

This really tells a story and I like the last two lines too!

Anonymous said...

from Therese B. at RWP -- I love this poem for so many reasons. The specific, believable details in almost every single line. The treatment in the poem of how (or if) a young person can leave behind the ruin of his family -- how far away can a car take him? are even the stars far enough away? how far away are his dreams? The description of the mother truly broke my heart.