I smile once...and it hurts...
A little tike I was like but with a weird growth spurt
It was in church and I was looking at a hearse with rims
Playing with the spokes, poking the break dust from the brim
Noticing the trim and how it blend with the shiny black gloss
And the back seat toss your head so in the tint, your lost
Even the defroster running, it was hot, was lobstering about
My wonderment into this vehicle had willed a fostered shout
"Get away from the car!"...and I would play deaf....
Stagnant like the dirt on the latex bottom of the side door
The driver laid a hexing grip to shift me way left
But my growth spurt provided leverage, I stood tall....
I stood tall because in the deepest corners reside the truth
Making the roof of my mouth trigger salivation glands to produce
The proof that God wasn't a brute who cast disease on the loved and take their soul and test them to satisfy his glory
And prove his stories in the Bible weren't fables and he was able to do all the sleazy things written and make life simple and boring.......
But it was this car, the fifteen feet it represents...
From the solemn intent of safely carrying sentiments.....
A perfection from ingredients a soul made to comfort
And I was satisfied in its appeal and tastes it gave...
For my Grandfather lays in the back, this is his support
And my way to fulfill our pack that kindred spirits made
So I smile at the driver....With a pain grinning its teeth
He saw the torment...opened the door to the front seat..