The Time of the Decade for Fresh Paint.

[Dtergent]

As I scrape
The dried plum paint
(Red from outside)
From the emblem
of the vintage car

The ridges
Slowly show
Trans
Lucent
With powdered scab
At their feet

The rhythm of habit,
Like praying the
Rosary
You close your eyes and never
Open to be
Jolted

By too many beads left, or
Ridges like the
Pages of a
Bible

Purple, beside
Clear and unearthed
Makes me panic.

 

[Dastrix Slogan]

Wow! The title caught my eye and the rest captivates me, theres more to this than I know, but I do feel it.

Fantastic!

 

[RareForm]

^agreed.

i loved this.

 

[Dtergent]

 

[ice-9]

you're one of my favorite all time writers on here.

 

[Dtergent]

Thanks, ice-9. Made me smile

 

[Dtergent]

I read this just now and it brought me back to a dizzying moment. The moment that made me write this poem is so clear to me. It is the most clear banal thing ever. Or something.