Thursday, January 8, 2015

Mile Marker 9

1979 Monte Carlo.  Identical to my first car. Lord, it would fly.

stars blur
fall south

your mouth
between the ditches

my hands 
in your hair

how are we still alive

I learned
to hug curves

in an old
Monte Carlo

chasing
new moon

down to mile marker 9

for Corey's prompt at Real Toads

23 comments:

Sylvia K said...

Oh, I love it and what memories!!

said...

This is hot --- especially in my reader, without any spacing or line breaks. It all blurs together in a delicious string of fumbling hands and hearts. I also misread the seventh line as "how we are still alive," which made me picture high school sweethearts who are just as hot and heavy now as they were then, even after having become responsible adults.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

How are we still alive? I resonate! I love the idea of you in a Monte Carlo "chasing the moon"!!

Fireblossom said...

So that's where you learned! I love this.

Jim said...

It brings back the old days, Mom. A fun read.
You did fine, I didn't read any funny business until I read the comments. Lots of things I will never write about are reminded to me there. :)
I like the exaggeration, especially chasing the moon. Or is there another meaning here that my generation misses?
..

Susan said...

"your mouth
between the ditches"

(Hold me back!)

Really really loving curves.

kaykuala said...

how are we still alive
I learned to hug curves

Must have been a speedster to really hug the curves. One would love to hear the screeches of tires! Wonderful write MMZ!

Hank

Kenn Merchant said...

I have my grandfather's 1996 Dodge Caravan.. that thing has seen better days.

Björn Rudberg said...

Wonderful to come alive in such a cool car. Love the curves in this.. and then the moo of course.. we all love the moon.

Gail said...

We were untouchable and magically safe then.

Lolamouse said...

Brings back memories!

Kerry O'Connor said...

What a great poem!

my heart's love songs said...

the car and this poem seem a perfect fit for you, MZ! free spirits chasing that new moon...

hedgewitch said...

Drove many a mile in an old Falcon down that highway--this, however, is straight down the heartline to the land that time (hasn't quite) forgot, where those sorts of things are bound to happen.Thankfully. (And as Joan Baez once said, "Speaking strictly for me/we both could have died then and there.")

blueoran said...

Lived and died round Mile Marker 9, without brakes and squeezing out sparks!

georgeplaceblog said...

Chasing new moon... still do in our memories.

Susie Clevenger said...

Oh, the good ole days...love chasing the new moon

Sioux said...

So wistful---especially those last few lines...

Herotomost said...

Woohoooo!!!!! That's what I'm talkin bout!!!! Thanks MZ....I knew you would get it!

manicddaily said...

hugging curves is so clever. Thanks, MZ. k.

manicddaily said...

The whole poem so clever! k.

Margaret said...

Just the right amount of wild mixed with sweetness. LOVED this.

Marian said...

nice! ah, memories, wow.