No grace (silverstar)

On an already forgotten corner
She swings her hair with joy
On the ever so silent tarmac
She breathes new air to you

In a desperate screaming tire
She sings like a sacred flute
In the silvertop nylon, a dancer
Cold as ice she'll do her groove

Ice cold sugar on silverstars
Sweet little angel dancing with cigars
Don't you wish that your time had come?
And as the silverstar sparks
You'll be going home

Fastbacks hugging corners
Leaving her in the chrome
A little child in the music
A platinum baby, searching home

22 inches of gold and shine
Feels like mud in her face
The carwash embraced with hate
And she smiles...
No grace

Ice cold sugar on silverstars
Sweet little angel dancing with cigars
Don't you wish that your time had come?
And as the silverstar sparks
You'll be going home

Shining eyes, 22 inches from fame
And the carwash sucked you down...
Into shame

Silverstars, seems like everyday
And leaves a cold hard face...
No grace





Poetry by Cr4Ky
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Written on 2007-02-08 at 18:15

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Rob Graber
Terse final lines, especially "No grace," are effective!
2007-02-08