Muscle Cars

Gary Edward Geraci

 

Mild malaise, mixed malady: a

Rumbling by my Lady’s statue;

Muscle cars owned by middle aged

Men, men in midlife crisis, keep

 

Mufflers that rumble and fright my

Queen grottoed in the front shrubs, short

Sheared and cave shaped for Her Glory.

Noisy machines, especially

 

At night, cruise by and curse the door

Frame, it shakes; a stentorian

Pass of exhaust gas masks the true

Morass of men now half-empty.

 

Yet I might just buy one too and

To Holy Hour I’d drive it, like

Bikers for Christ, in high style:

Mid-fifties, eight stacked, the path straight!

 

Gary Edward Geraci

  • Author: Gary Edward Geraci (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 29th, 2020 11:04
  • Comment from author about the poem: The joys of life!
  • Category: Spiritual
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  • orchidee

    That'll teach 'em, if they judge by outward appearance, if you turn up in one of those at church!
    Don't ya dare cough, or hardly breathe, in some places, where it says 'silence' in the service! Then again, are some them alive in there even? Doh!

    • Gary Edward Geraci

      Oh the challenges of orderliness and silence Orchidee - but proper reverence is due of course -there's a time and place for everything - ('less we get too big for own britches and losing weight isn't an option.) Celebrating here the light-heartedness of our Lord.



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