By Mike O’Connell
i lived in the age of saturn
oldsmobile and studebaker
rode in a goliath traversing
the great circle crushed by
the weight of wishes for
chrome and speed gurgling
blood and oil from an
exhausted youth where
a stag once hung from
the rafters of a lost garage
eyes staring still across
reservoirs of jumbled
memories bubbling up
from remains of failed
social experiments leaving
me one less fantasy to
exploit dammed by hesitation
deuce coupe for stallion
tilting at windmills of
frustration driven by fast
fantasies that(ultimately)
went nowhere


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