Plucked Up By Tweezers
reduced to writing about skid marks
no kidding
the part about 2 a.m. teens
boys with girls on their laps
bald on bald charger tires
scratching off on Shannon Creek Bridge
no one lives there
except dropped-strays and skunks
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It’s the rich specifics that makes this one sing. And what a great choice “scratching off” is.
Oh, THAT kind of skid marks 😏 Wonderful and spicy as always, Jim.
Well, you had us thinking one way, then spun us around to another. You sure can paint a scene with just a few words.
wonderful sense of rif-raff and shenanigans.
Your poems are always a delight to read. You knew what you were doing with those first lines.
Great title. What fun.
Love the unusual word choices, including the surprising title. I never knew where this would be going!