On the edge of a tidal metropolis,
(An enormous tidal metropolis)
In a land of ominous leverage,
A parking lot shimmers
In the heat of its flat suburban plain
Far from the water's shore; the hot
Wind bearing down,
From Mother Nature's
In some stifling remnant of a car, we were kids,
God! you can’t imagine the excitement
Of being left alone,
Only experience it, the excitement
Of abandonment.
No one had appointed her
“Chief”, let’s just say
She gravitated towards the job
Naturally. Engine metal, sounds
In the distance, the chuff
Of a train, of birds,
But then the winds shift; and words
Dissipate in the labyrinthine
Chambers formed of the drift.
Off the horizon, the rumble
Of some heavy object.
She our hero would've hopped off the vinyl:
Out of the saddle, onto her bronze steed!
But I halted her screaming
Over the airy drone of the winds,
"You’ve got to hold down the fort!"
(And still the winds drone)
"In the face of vermin."
She never left the car; she wouldn’t
Leave the car that day she found something
Father never showed her and Mother, maybe, never knew
For sure. Bidding farewell to the bronze steed
She never will leave.
In some stifling remnant of a car, we were kids,
God! you can’t imagine the excitement
Of being left alone,
Only experience it, the excitement
Of abandonment.
No one had appointed her
“Chief”, let’s just say
She gravitated towards the job
Naturally. Engine metal, sounds
In the distance, the chuff
Of a train, of birds,
But then the winds shift; and words
Dissipate in the labyrinthine
Chambers formed of the drift.
Off the horizon, the rumble
Of some heavy object.
She our hero would've hopped off the vinyl:
Out of the saddle, onto her bronze steed!
But I halted her screaming
Over the airy drone of the winds,
"You’ve got to hold down the fort!"
(And still the winds drone)
"In the face of vermin."
She never left the car; she wouldn’t
Leave the car that day she found something
Father never showed her and Mother, maybe, never knew
For sure. Bidding farewell to the bronze steed
She never will leave.
