From the blind tongue,
Blake and Frost somersaulted over
the head and shivered down the backbone
while a promising garage mechanic
got the front end hooked
on a high school wrecker
without either earning a diploma almost.
Earlier sweethearts expected
to build neighborhoods.
For the class clown
everything was punning around
while racing toward a lover leap.
The backseat in a used Bonneville
backfired for Miss Most Likely
to Succeed who cried in the heap
parked in the "green grass behind the stadium,"
where the story climaxed and missed
the garage door, wrenching
process in the making.
The whole urban culture quaked,
stalled into family planning.
The grease monkey bigot
found in language a spigot,
while a Mrs. Wonderful nurtured
and set for meals tables
through shifting global tectonic plates.
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[Author's statement:
This memory poem is a re-formation of Van Morrison's memory lyrics. The persona of the poem lived "Brown-eyed Girl" when it was sung, thus also re-formulating it in tandem.]
