Harvey's Junkyard 1971 Poem by Nat Z. Punx

i wanted that stylized jetbird
chrome bent wingtipped rocket-hawk
nine years before
i was sent-enced here
it was the hot one
ten years before that
there was another hot one
and it mushroomed
in our economy
our dreams
fears

real
imagined
unimaginable

sent us moving
always moving

burning choking
screaming
locusts

god was above
devil in the cold east

it changed nearly as fast as the fashion
the shell shaped sweep of the speedo
ancient divining device
987 bow ties
tickle under my five year old fingers
i think the ghosts found me amusing then