Locomotive blue jeans

by backpocket

Posted to Poetry on 2003-11-12 17:26:00



My slow smoked brain
Can’t comprehend
where time begins
and society ends.
So don’t point that plastic finger
at your book of rules
and your list of fools
and mispronounce my name.
Call off your dogs.
Put away your chains.
Loosen the screws,
take off those rosy glasses
and cast your eyes on the real colors.
You might just trade that Ferrari in
on a pair of locomotive blue jeans.