On the Car Ride Down

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Remind us;

eyeshadow, lick-me green shallows

beneath eyebrows of midnight black

Remind us on some Tomorrow’s tomorrow

of the car ride down,

it took us down,

we can’t say why

I’ll say why in a future memoir called,

wipe the Eyeshadow Kiss from my lips

Down from Edinburgh to London dawn,

kiss the windscreen, the rain-covered bonnet,

the wet, throbbing street—surface to surface

It’s not the wasted years, it’s the forgotten

potential of missed apple-mint kisses;

surface stains and a barrage of blood, aside

it’s the kisses we misses

From the shaken shoulder, shaken

it’s a still-life body now; on asphalt lay me

crisp apples, grapes, peel’s coming off

Remind us;

of kisses on the windscreen, the rain-covered bonnet,

the wet, throbbing street—surface to surface, but

wait until the kids are grown and Oregon’s home

The dead limbs no talk, no lip pucker forever;

no speaking at all, vowels only echoing,

her bumblebee yellow shallows shouting

on the car ride down:

London dawn won’t see me coming!

because DOAs don’t get a PM reception;

They get a backdoor drop off after midnight.”

Eyeshadow lick-me green shallows

between the jawline and the sockets.

K. Shawn Edgar | Nightcrawler | Turf Born | One True Cog

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