dashboard voyeur

dashboard voyeur

 

 

back in the Oldsmobile 

designated lips find purpose

in an illusory tale of intrigue

 

confessional moments perpetrated 

survivors mourn the loss of adolescence

but at the same time claim victory

in growing up on soft leather

to the sound of an a.m. radio's

sultry voice

 

the windows become as unclear

as the future

as two young lovers

rev their engines

and speed off on moonbeams

 

consequences be damned

the want and the need

overcome the sense and sensibility

 

and the purpose is a blunted sword

seeking target:

a few beads of sweating jeans

 

and a night to put in their pockets

forever.

 

 

 

erin--cilberto

6/9/16

Reviews

[V]

A sense of going back in time, a writing stirring memories with just the right words to describe a feeling of youth yet finality, unfortunately inevitable. I love the moonbeams line, it evokes a sentiment of perfect poetic satisfaction in me.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Vanessa...

i so appreciate your visits...

read morethank you for your kind words, Vanessa...

i so appreciate your visits...

j.

[V]

My pleasure. Though I feel like I cannot give your poems the insightful and constructive reviews they deserve, maybe I get lost in your wording too much but I try.

[Lyn Anderson]

Yeah, we had it better, didn't we? I don't know when it ended, but I think my growing up was infinitely better than it is for my kids, in all the ways that matter.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i am afraid you are right about that, KL...

very right...

[redzone]

ahhh those big old tank like Olds and Buicks... GM cars that were not the "muscle cars" but could protect you against any storm and ate up muscle cars in a fight!!! but when it came to the back seat adventures of the heart offered no protection at all... they just hummed along with the music from the radio... and we the unsuspecting but wide eyed travelers into the murky waters of teenage hormonal jitters, somehow still found our way.. at least I think we did.. come to think of it Jacob, it was a white over blue 58 Chevy sedan and my mind is still there, lost somewhere in the back seat... I am not sure who was faster, those lovers losing their clothes in the back seat or that car flying down the open road.. in either case it was a "joy ride"... ;0) if you don't see me in a while Jacob, no worries I am back there, in that car seeking "heaven"...

redzone

[jacob erin-cilberto]

have fun in the back seat....

thanks for the words and the smile, Curt.

j.

[James]

I miss those days of fogging up windows in my old car.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, those were the days---thanks James...

j.

[Norman 223]

Ah, the discomfort of a car seat during a romantic tryst. Steamed up windows and cramp, just to share a private moment. Only the dashboard had a ringside view, but passers -by had a ringside concept.

Thanks, Jacob, for jogging my memories.

N

[jacob erin-cilberto]

glad you could relate....yes that view...thank you, Norman.

j.

[Lydia Shutter]

"Paradise by the dashboard lights" by Meatloaf comes to mind. Ah, that AM radio would play all the favorites from the front seat while lovers were in the back seat. Off to see the submarine races! Indeed, we remember those nights no matter how old we are. They still bring smiles of remembrance. I liked this one a lot. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

those submarines with their screen doors, ha ha....thank you Lydi...

appreciate your visit ----

j.

[Shabeeh Haider]

Many have enjoyed the moments on the backseat of the car.
Indeed a night to put in their pockets forever.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Shabeeh...

j.