Rebel Without A Cause Poem by M.J. McGuire

Rebel Without A Cause



Eyes are filled
With platinum dreams.
Flesh is brazed with copper lust.

Pride is of
A burnished hue,
And what are you?

But an emissary
Of blazoned rust
And fractured steel,

Moving to the beat
Of a driving wheel.

Now comes the curve.
What will you do?

Bodies swerve...
Tires squeal...

And you?

(1993)

Thursday, August 1, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: car,choice,purpose
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