I'm sure there was darkness and despair but my naive life would have none of it
When my mother's
Broom closet was
Commandeered
By a Parker Hale
Super Safari
And a Browning
Sweet sixteen
When pocket knives
Were de rigueur
And starched
White Surplices
stood as Angels
in the corner
Absolution if required
Was a blessing away
In a darkened box
On a sunny summer
Saturday afternoon
Innocence drove
A sun drenched life
Filled with malted
Shakes cherry cokes
The Nelsons and Maverik
Poetry by josephus
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Written on 2016-03-20 at 17:28
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Ode to My 60s
There was a timeWhen my mother's
Broom closet was
Commandeered
By a Parker Hale
Super Safari
And a Browning
Sweet sixteen
When pocket knives
Were de rigueur
And starched
White Surplices
stood as Angels
in the corner
Absolution if required
Was a blessing away
In a darkened box
On a sunny summer
Saturday afternoon
Innocence drove
A sun drenched life
Filled with malted
Shakes cherry cokes
The Nelsons and Maverik
Poetry by josephus
Read 688 times
Written on 2016-03-20 at 17:28
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