Careful, Sweetheart!

Careful, sweetheart!: pleasures,
once adored, too long ignored,
resurge eventually with a vengeance –
shredding through your murky
narcissistic stew with messy
spreading views of you that you’d
forgotten for good reason:

contemplate the season
of the 1959 Impala – what
the vision of it had begotten in your
prescient childhood: created
when you were a fragile eight –
kept latent ‘til your early teens –
the sort of metal phallic influence

that weans a boy from boyhood
into graphic pornographic
dreams: Chevrolet had
promulgated such a rocket spray
that to this day it makes you
wonder if it might not still have
lots to do with who you are:

all bat-winged gleaming shooting star,
as if an orgasm could be a car.
Fifty years of seeing pictures
of the thing! – some volupté
in you begins again to sing –
and – careful, sweetheart!:
things could get bizarre.

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