The Smell of Chrome

The smell of chrome
is strongest near the rust
and where  the rubber
bullets used to be,
more nipples
than weapons,
though to some,
both are the same.

I run my nose close,
not touching,
the brown crusty rings
in the gleam,
and up the side,
where the thin spray
rises to a glorious tail fin.

And smell is strong enough
to carry me
back fifty years.

the smell of chrome image


About anthonyuplandpoetwatkins born in Jackson, The United States August 04, 1959 gender male website genre Poetry, Historical Fiction influences James M. Lancaster, Brenda Black White, Gertrude Stein, William Carlos Williams, and Al Filreis member since March 2011 About this author edit data As one of the most public lives ever lived by a private citizen, there is little about me that isn't already available at Facebook or Shelfari and countless other places. Poet, writer, construction worker, salesman, truck driver, climber into the attics of total strangers, father and husband, and all around one of the luckiest men on the planet. My luck continued with a win in the June Goodreads Newsletter Contest! What an honor! http://anthonyuplandpoetwatkins.wordp... Additional Influences: Bob Dylan, William Faulkner, Barbara Kingsolver, Gloria Naylor, Eudora Welty
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6 Responses to The Smell of Chrome

  1. Mark heyne says:

    I like it!

  2. Julie says:

    Very nice,so crisp I felt I was doing the smelling!

  3. Excellent! Our memories are also our influences.

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