62 Olds

Have you ever lived
inside the belly
of a 62 Olds?

Blood red upholstery
raises your quarters
with chrome steeled inlays
cold steel inlays that reflect

you

from your self

its roomy inside,you tell yourself
with a 392 under the hood
but its all you got
and the rust in her panels
and the lint in your pockets

junk filled veins collapse under the weight

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One thought on “62 Olds”

  1. I never chose to walk away,
    Your deceit threw me out the door.
    What I came there for
    Challenged my head
    Making me unworthy ever more.
    I’m passive and so silent
    your everything I’m not
    I know you can do better…
    I have no choice…
    You have a lot.

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