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[saw]

my sanity hung on my shoulders
the last thrift store suit on the rack
but I knew I would be okay if I could
sit in her aura and watch her undress

and it was a damn good thing
that I was cheap steak tough
or I might have cracked to pieces
when that fat-headed boss stepped carelessly

on my spectacles, my ego, my balls
but the road called, me on one end of the string
her on the other, our tin cans pushing
against the barometric pressure

but this amber engine light mocks me
like it knows my fate and I can't push
the pedal through the floorboard
even with both feet

the turnpike to her house looked like
a cheap parlor trick, an m.c. escher
endless joke of a path to a few hours of bliss
then the long road back to reality

[constantine]

the opening stanza is worth the price of admission.

[ChrisGeorge]

Hello Steve

Great to see you back here.  Your poem held me all the way.  Excellent details throughout.  Good work!   

Chris

[alias shifter]

sweet

[saw]

thanx fellas...

[captdavis]

magnificent and meaty. wonderful images.

[saw]

thank you capt.