Tuesday, August 26, 2008

 

Poetry Fusillade, pt 12: Magnetic Rock


The old sign promised
A magnetic rock
And now I believe.

I drove away sprightly
But then, pulled back
It tugged at the metal
Which surrounded me; bound.

I pumped the gas hard
And cried out alone
But couldn't stop the slide
Back, oh, to those familiars
Magnetic rock.

# posted by Mark Osler @ 4:00 PM
Comments:
this sounds like something I might hear on the country station late at night.

Which is actually a compliment
# posted by Anonymous Anonymous : 4:31 PM
 
There needs to be something in there about beer, though, Osler. Such as:

It grabbed 'way ma beer!
Dang magnetic rock!
I drove ma truck fast
Pushin' down on the throttle
And now all ma beers
Ah get 'em in a bottle.
# posted by Anonymous Anonymous : 4:52 PM
 
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