Classic Car Dreaming

Studly Doright and I were out piddling Saturday afternoon. He’d played golf that morning, and I’d driven to Apalachicola to spend some of his money. All in all a win-win, I’d say. He made it back to Doright Manor ahead of me even after helping a friend move some items from one house to another.

When I pulled into the driveway, he was out working (playing) in his shop. I talked him into taking me out for dinner since I’d worked so hard at shopping and beach walking that morning, and couldn’t quite summon the energy to push the power button on the microwave. It’s a tough life, I know.

After dinner he subtly suggested we go grocery shopping, and I reluctantly agreed. If there’s food in the house I’ll eventually have to cook it or ignore it. Both require energy. I just am fresh out of energy lately–shall I blame it on the weather? Daylight Saving Time? Age? All of the above?

The Publix supermarket nearest our home is adjacent to a Sonic drive-in. As we pulled into the drive in we realized the first Saturday car show was in progress and the first car we saw belonged to one of Studly’s friends! Of course we pulled over to look, and for once I remembered to snap a few photos.

The car below was one of my personal favorites. I love the color scheme on this Bel Air. I want to say it’s a ’57 model, but I forgot to look.

 

 

Next is our friend, Pete’s car. It’s a ’55 Chevy Nomad station wagon, hardly stock. Pete’s been working on the build for three years, and it’s a beaut. He isn’t finished with the project–work on the interior is still in progress. This was the car’s first foray into the limelight.

 

Pete had to hide his soft drink from view lest it detract from the view of his car.

Other cool cars from our evening:

 

   

  

  

swoon!

Look at the Jaguar featured in these next photos. I’d never seen this model before in person. I love the way both the hood/bonnet and trunk/boot open. 

   

  

   
  

Here’s Studly urging me to take a peek inside “The Widowmaker.”
  
    
A lone bike made it out on Saturday. This is one Studly would enjoy having in his stable.
    
   
 
Studly had to give me a brief tutorial on the Holley headers on this GTO. He was in heaven.
 
We eventually made it to the grocery store, but Studly’s enthusiasm for food shopping had been replaced by visions of engines and headers and carburetors, so I got off easy. Hurrah for horsepower!

Making Memories

Someone should have told me all those years ago

When fevered toddlers ruled the day and all they said was no!

That too soon would they be grown and gone 

And the tasks we hastened through all done

Memories were being made yet I grumbled, griped, and whined

About their childish faults and the endless daily grind.

I had no idea that second chances were not guaranteed

That time would pass by in a flash and my regrets would only feed

On recollections of opportunities lost, never to be regained

My heart aches for the past and the memories we should have made.

  

Peace, people


Melody

billowing within
notes of longing flow in sync
with love’s earnest needs.

  
elevate the words
they hold tightly as anchors
for melody’s lure

  
take me here softly
lay me down to the music
slowly, in good time.

  

The Corners

  

Standing on the corner
Of Hate and Paranoia
Hanging high, a banner
Around me, phobic patter

Blame those with darker skin!
Attack those you think sin!
Do it in the name of God!
Forget that He commanded love!

Easy to go with the flow
Buoyed by their anger’s tow
So many souls kept in thrall
To xenophobic clarion call.

But one block further down
Folks rejoice in sweetness found
Freedom reigns one street east
On the corner of Joy and Peace.

   

 Peace, people.

Ponderable 

  
peace on the table
undiluted, unabridged
indescribable

  
a taste of freedom
delicious imagining
how sweet would it feel?

  
God in your wisdom
please grant the balm of world peace
all children deserve.

peace, people.

Catch and Release

Hold my hand,
Say the right lines.
Give me something,
Solid to believe in.

Scramble my brain,
Realign the stars.
Make me question
Heaven and hell.

Parade my intellect
Along with my form.
Chastise my tastes
In music and art.

I’ll sip discreetly from a
Chalice of champagne,
Inhale collitas rising
Through the refrain.

Loosen the bindings
My soul in a slow burn
Chafe my wrists
Until feeling returns.

Don’t be surprised
If I don’t reappear
Even if I do
I won’t be the same.

  
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peace, people!

I Told You So

The drapes are closed, no light shines through,

Darkness exceeds expectations.

Lovers find their way by feel, stubbed toes not withstanding.

Stifled giggles, shedding of clothes, stumbling drunk in anticipation,

Oh there you are! A touch, a taste, bodies all aquiver,

Hesitate on the precipice. Pull away, fall into, immerse, succumb.

Oh mercy!

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Peace, people.

How Do You Know

how do you know you are loved
when the words aren’t spoken
and the old ways no longer
offer themselves as proof?
longevity should count
for something, right?
but emptiness fills
the bitter whole,
dried and empty,
aggravatingly
withdrawn
and, oh
so very
cold.

The Last Time

when was the last time, and did we know then that it would be?

no, for if i had understood i’d have held on forever, the end would never come;

i’d will it away.

there were tears that neither of us understood at the time.

i laughed them off. “this was too beautiful,” or something equally inane.

maybe if i hadn’t laughed, if the tears had continued, the denoument
would have only

been an interlude.

  

This was inspired by these stills from the film The End of the Affair

Peace, people.

Scolded

justifiably angry
broken heart
pieces scattered
irretrievably lost
dissolved dreams
visions mattered
unerringly paired
soul’s mate
conscience scolded
tearfully rejoined
love’s patience
now rewarded.