Dead Ford Blues

Dead Ford Blues

A Poem by Martin Lochner
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she lived the nomad disaster hoping that one day the old Ford dies ,

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midnight hazards refracts in the mist,

owl eyes reflects in the pass,

 

little brother grabs hold, clawing hunger in my arm,

blistered baby moans softly and hoots “Hoo-Hoo”

 

“The carburettor is busted”,

 

he said over the dead engine,

the thin sound boomeranged into an echo of mountains,

swirling back to accuse Momma in the shadow and the rear,

 

well worn worries in twenty cities and without pity,

she lived the nomad disaster hoping that one day 

the old Ford dies ,

 

the sun rose from his misty duvet

God despatched a friendly Peterbilt to collect

as we roared away, dad waved in the rear window

 

 we left him with the dead

 never to be seen again  

© 2011 Martin Lochner


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Martin Lochner
Martin Lochner

Cape Town, CO, South Africa



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I am South African and currently stay in South Africa.Raised in a railway community with low expectations I somehow reinvented myself and had a bitter struggle to fight for my hard earned individualis.. more..

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