Lucky Strike

I see you in your dungarees
And calf-skin boots and
Your hair is…
Perfect.

Smoke curls from crooked lip
Gaze into a celluloid future

James Dean, take my eyes
Drown them with your Lucky Strikes
You hold so aptly
In your hand, just so

James Dean light me up
A brilliant flash
A car wreck
To awaken drowsy drivers
Enough to see them home
But no more

In the kingdom of the blind,
The one-eyed man is…cruel

Rebel, take my other
Maybe you’ll know what to do.

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