1967 Mustang Fastback
The Art of Whispering
Missed Connections in Brooklyn
sitting in front of a mustang fastback
in enamel black
give me some slack, cause
i’m not from L.A.
at least not
today
like a roman leap year, the sun left
on sunday
leaving me on monday in a
thick black patch
of blue
reaching for a luke warm
cup of coffee
i turn on the artificial
light
which now illuminates
the dark days
ahead
and contemplate the
art of whispering
i love you
Her Two Cents
Most of us inhabit a space between what we have and what we might have if we were to throw caution to the wind and act on our impulses. Cars have the ability to define our identity or better yet, to create our desired or fantasized personality. The people who are a part of our lives have that quality about them as well. The SUV isn’t any better or worse than the Mustang Fastback, but it is different.
