Dusk - Poem by Marcellino Carlo
The clouds form a visual enigma
corroded-golds and savoury reds
A visual orgasm of dust and sand
an infinite desertscape filled by
a deserted road. Secluded and weathered.
'67. Lucie's a beaut' and her buffed up exterior
a taste of the auditory Mozart that emanates
from her sun-fire hood. A reassuring
tap on her dash. She's my lucky lady.
I hear you snigger in envy.
You rebelliously peek your silk legs
out the window. Your denim shorts
the only teasing barrier between Luicie's
leather insides and your imagined body.
A hitchhiker in my mobile paradise.
We've been driving for hours yet
those gentle pouts haven't parted
if only for an instant- I could
imagine a husky siren to tell
me her name. Not even a thank you...
This barren purgatory surrounds us
in its parched waste of death. A sign-post
reminds me that we edge closer to
Valle de la Meurte.
She leans over
and kisses words into my ear.
The road beckons to its demise.
I've been driving with the devil
on the one-lane road to hell
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