"bodywork" poems
A battered VW Beetle named Dusty
Whose bodywork was decidedly rusty
Still was able to travel
On tarmac and gravel
In a manner observably trusty.
Apr 8, 2012
Apr 8, 2012 at 10:01 AM UTC
Yesterday, she caught her curves
in the center of her palms.
She cuddled the skin
and coddled the effort
that she put in
to make it shrink
but she still thinks
it made no difference.
© Matthew Harlovic
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 7:06 PM UTC
I wield this body like a weapon
crash test dummy on a suicide mission
all journey and no destination
pulling fuses while the car is in motion
bodywork beat up but engine still functions
travelled to the moon and back
in miles but not realization
put here on this torture track
an illusion of freedom mixed with
fear and excitement
the windshield has gone
and the seatbelt is broken
Jun 3, 2022
Jun 3, 2022 at 8:20 AM UTC
She said she needed fun
and laughter
Baby I said what you need then
Is to pull into my Gas Station
Me! I'll give you a good servicing
I'll fill you up yea! give you a good
fueling
I'll check your oil, all your gauges
Pump your tyres and clean your windows
Give your bodywork a nice wipe down
I'll even shine your bonnet
You're so shiny.
Jun 7, 2020
Jun 7, 2020 at 2:26 PM UTC
The new car is a facade,
you can see it in his smirk;
there's a black tar soul
under its white bodywork.
He sells his demons
under a snowy form,
he finds his peace
on a green heavy storm.
No one has ever
know him very well
but they know
he's related to a cartel.
He has lots of fun,
too may things he enjoys,
not realizing
he's the devil's toy.
But I think he's the evil,
as cruel as can be.
He preaches his word
of magnetic philosophy.
You're cough just for fun.
Glowing sparks in aquamarine.
Comfy sea-scent room,
you wish to stay in.
You get a sugar rush
every time you see him.
Waiting for his company,
not the best way of being free.
You sit there beside him,
pretend to rely.
He offers you something,
you don't have to pay.
Tho his soft touch
turns your skin into concrete
you find yourself at his door
dying to repeat.
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 10:30 PM UTC
dented and repairable
most smashes are not a write off
and bodywork is not that important
They all look the same in the rain
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
..i haven't drink enough yet..
..this take's some time..
..bodywork..
..soul's unjustly
miss direction..
no deal..more drink..more self-loathing..
..what a joke..
there's a poem 4 u..
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 11:21 AM UTC