2.

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where memory rusts, limp on a clunk of

dry land & dragging me through the sequins of a

small earth

i croak to the fractured window of a bone-white ford truck groaning down, shambling up a shaft of dreary road.

i, a silver figment or mislaid filament, a filigree wafting bare thru realms hot & rose-gold, loom where the skeleton of the truck is parked eternal: i see the rotting choir of burst leather spaces, vacant, on which the sun has dug its holes. little else remains within apart from remains; i’ve loped from one graveyard to the next.

840 minutes in a warehouses’ baking mouth bending metal out of men, where oil-dyed hands stain wonder-bread or stay-at-home wives’ necks, they used to make trucks like those. and like the one that was his daddy’s buried in that old garage. all he had was that truck

and all I have are his songs.

you’ll never feel young in your old cage—that’s old age

a cage.

and all you’ll have are songs.

samantha lucero 2018 ©


 

16 thoughts on “2.

  1. ‘you’ll never feel young in your old cage—that’s old age—
    a cage.
    and all you’ll have are songs’: a great metaphor and a sad truth. A great piece of work.

  2. Oh, Sam.. This poem ripped me open, and you know I’m dead inside. This moratorium took far too long. Seeing your unparalleled artistry back on WP is a true privilege. I know you like it when a reader points out which words spoke to them but this entire piece spoke to me. From the Jimmy Dean image, that opening line..fuck.

    “i, a silver figment or mislaid filament,
    a filigree wafting bare thru realms hot
    & rose-gold, loom where the skeleton
    of the truck is parked eternal: ” and

    “840 minutes in a warehouses’ baking
    mouth bending metal out of men”

    Like I said, I don’t like to choose; its too sophie’s choice.
    This was more than worth the wait.

    1. lol. i know. i take 700 years to do anything. this one of those one sentence lines tucked away in an iphone note, believe it or not. it came out better than i thought. i thought i wouldnt be proud of it, but i am. and i’m so glad you liked it!

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