Monday, July 21, 2014

At The Drive-In

At the drive-in,
Schemer and Dreamer
are a stuck zipper away
from more than foreplay.
He's panting and printing
yellow grease on her bra.
There's popcorn in his teeth;
he's belching beer through a straw.
And her favorite romance novel
is a wishbone in her craw,
buried deep
as the gearshift in her back.

For Open Link Monday at Real Toads

15 comments:

Kerry O'Connor said...

Ah... to give up the dream so easily... This makes me sad, despite the tongue-in-cheek (no pun intended) humour of the situation.

Helen said...

I am rolling on the floor laughing out loud! And I could write a book titled "Tales of the Drive-in" ...

Susan said...

AW. Sadder than satire.

Sylvia K said...

Ah, drive-in memories -- good, bad and indifferent ones and no one tells them better, MZ!!

Sioux said...

Were you in the car with us, forty years ago, the night of the Homecoming dance?

This was quite a treat--disgusting and a bit funny and sad, all rolled into one.

Arushi Ahuja said...

we dont have many a drive ins in delhi.. never been to one myself!! interesting poem!

hedgewitch said...

Yeah well, never settle, I say. And I'd have another spot for that gear shift.

Fireblossom said...

Loving Hedgewitch's comment.

You're such a romantic, MZ. Not.

Margaret said...

Pure poetic genius. Love it - and yet, so sad.

Grandmother (Mary) said...

Yep, the problem with dreamers....

blueoran said...

Rules of attraction, I guess. At the other end of his wishbone is a Penthouse Letter. Both have to be broken to get to the other. Rites of passage, the hickey with the beerfoam edge. A refreshing aside and cautionary tale.

Stafford Ray said...

You needed to attract a guy with a better car! :-)

Marian said...

never neck with a guy who drinks beer through a straw. life lessons!

grapeling said...

not so good for her... ~

sillage said...

Wow. This is powerful.