Car Poems

I was hoping to be happy by seventeen.
School was a sharp check mark in the roll book,
An obnoxious tuba playing at noon because our team
Was going to win at night. The teachers were
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Where is the Jim Crow section
On this merry-go-round,
Mister, cause I want to ride?
Down South where I come from
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Traveling through the dark I found a deer
dead on the edge of the Wilson River road.
It is usually best to roll them into the canyon:
that road is narrow; to swerve might make more dead.
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So they bought you
And kept you in a
Very good home
Cental heating
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For the first time, on the road north of Tampico,
I felt the life sliding out of me,
a drum in the desert, harder and harder to hear.
I was seven, I lay in the car
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I wake up in the morning and pull back the curtains, wide,
And look out through the window to view the world outside,
To see if the sky is blue or grey, sunny or with rain,
And see if the postman's on his way with letters that contain,
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Last night I drove a car
not knowing how to drive
not owning a car
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Philip Le Barr,
Was knock down by a car,
On the road to Mandalay.
He was knocked down again
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How agreeable it is not to be touring Italy this summer,
wandering her cities and ascending her torrid hilltowns.
How much better to cruise these local, familiar streets,
fully grasping the meaning of every roadsign and billboard
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Here on the Hard, you're welcome to pull up and stay;
there's a flat fee of a quid for parking all day.

And wandering over the dunes, who wouldn't die
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O Venus, beauty of the skies,
To whom a thousand temples rise,
Gaily false in gentle smiles,
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'The hot night makes us keep our bedroom windows open.
Our magnolia blossoms.Life begins to happen.
My hopped up husband drops his home disputes,
and hits the streets to cruise for prostitutes,
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O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors:
The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark
Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs,
Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.'
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Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art!
Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.
Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart,
Vulture, whose wings are dull realities?
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stuck in the rain on the freeway, 6:15 p.m.,
these are the lucky ones, these are the
dutifully employed, most with their radios on as loud
as possible as they try not to think or remember.
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—he's a dandy
—small moustache
—usually sucking on a cigar
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At ten AM the young housewife
moves about in negligee behind
the wooden walls of her husband’s house.
I pass solitary in my car.
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Down the road someone is practising scales,
The notes like little fishes vanish with a wink of tails,
Man's heart expands to tinker with his car
For this is Sunday morning, Fate's great bazaar;
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That boy I took in the car last night,
With the body that awfully sagged away,
And the lips blood-crisped, and the eyes flame-bright,
And the poor hands folded and cold as clay --
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At the time, I was a five-year old boy
A visit to my aunty, always a joy
My cousin was playing with cars at the back
He just had a new one, the body in black
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The history of the car starting with Nicolas-Joseph Cugnot
Building the first steam-powered road vehicle in 1769
The French inventor taking this technology as a good sign
While the Swiss inventor François Isaac de Rivaz
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Foreword

This is a poetic eulogy to the outlaw Bonnie Parker.
Including here all the known poems associated with Bonnie,
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To this day, the coolest car I've ever known was our Ford Falcon.

What I understand now, at the time could only feel, was what made this the coolest car ever—wasn't what the car was—but what my father made it become.
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(in answer to Robin Camhee)

On a lovely Sunday morning you asked me to go with you
to do shopping at Carnival Mall in Brakpan,
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'Give me a ticket,
Give me a ticket''
said an old man
in the railway
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i have a car
you have a car
we have a car
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Motor car Motor car
Mobile house
Dancing to different destinations
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(Stage Opens)

Car Lover- With The Eagerly Awaited Acquisition in my Assumption. Hardly Can I Wait When it
Becomes my Possession.
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Jim Clowes had a red '53 Ford that looked terrible. The paint on the car was almost all gone, although there were still patches of paint mixed with patches of rust. The clunker was an unsightly quilt in their small town surrounded by family farms. Even in the Sixties, few people in this rural area had ever seen a car as rough as this one.

Jim had a small pension and couldn't afford a better car. He and his wife Emma would sit on the porch day after day in the summer talking about anything. Emma would use the hand fan that had Eagan Funeral Home on it to keep the flies away and to stir whatever breeze there was during the late summer.
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