An adhesion to scarred lambskin
wrapped around steering column;
a hand folding the axle,
causing turns with forearm pressure.
Summer breath sprays moist venom
upon Tommy Bahama collars,
breaking open glandular fountains,
exposing my date to nervous.
Spent the evening in a lawn-chair,
propped in front of crooked staging.
Grateful Dead covers and rum-runners
mixed in well with her matching handbag.
The hatchback forged a river
on back window with the door closed.
She never was one to wait
for a door-step invitation.
Author notes
prompt: condensation
A contest entry
- It's Called 'Condensation' by eltortedequeso.
875 points, ended June 11, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Summer definitely can be steamy! I really like what you have written here, very descriptive and very intriguing. thank you for entering this!
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is it just me or does this whole thing seem dirty?
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This is what is so interesting about your writing, you bring out details that others take for granted. I know about the hatchbacks... from way back..Ha! and a concert in the summer...things heat up..
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You have such a unique style - always a joy to read!!
Great wording and images!
best wishes in your contest.
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I'm so laughing....you always do so well..
Love the take on the prompt!
Best wishes in the contest!
Write on!
*PEACE*
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