In lieu of anything truly exciting to share this week (my life is always exciting, but whether you agree that my tales of English Club functions and television watching are fascinating for yourself is a different matter), I thought I'd share a piece of writing.
This is a little thing I wrote on my typewriter (yes); it hasn't been submitted anywhere, or is it likely to be. This means you can tell me what you truly think about it, but doesn't mean I'll be nice about criticism. I think. I'll probably be nice anyway.
Lady of the Rust Belt
Baby, we go cruisin',
five over the limit.
Flying the highway - revvin',
racing a setting sun that slides, sultry down
Detroit sky.
Motor City maidens, you and I.
I am the engine, you are the wheels.
Windows down, hand skipping the air, skiing the breeze.
Summer hair torrents 'round my face, sweet Motown melodies
ride the air.
I am the spirit of the interstate.
I am the Lady of the rust belt;
you are my silver steed.
We ride the night.
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I like it!
ReplyDeleteActually? Not bad. (Which is pretty good.)
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