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Somewhere out on the Space age Rust farm

Posted: September 21st, 2008, 5:51 pm
by Nazz
Flaked piston on rye
down the weeds from hangar 23.
The boys used to wire their Pratt & Whitneys,
wipe oil from their brows, feed a screaming bird.
Out on the farm, crumbling stains, fallow runway,
desert heat raising rust, jimson weed floating
past broken barstools and cigarette billboards,
absurd polygon-shaped signs with letters shot out,
past the ravaged Space Age a-tomic diner a-go-go,
past the old pancake house and cracked red vinyl,
they built a museum with a long, thin spy plane.
Back in '63, sleek as grease, it did mach three.
Drank four point three per second.
Range is still classified.

Posted: September 21st, 2008, 8:01 pm
by hester_prynne
Technicolor short stack Mnaz....I mean, the pancake house image was superbia.....
Nice write
H 8)

Posted: September 22nd, 2008, 12:52 am
by Nazz
Thanks Hest. Subtitle to this one: I visit a Flight Museum in the old industrial part of town... Not kidding about those absurd polygon-shaped signs and the cracked diners. I wonder if they can hold out another ten years..

Posted: September 22nd, 2008, 3:19 am
by saw
well done, I felt like I was in the car with you......passing the rusty ghost towns.....the abandoned equipment that meant so much to
our blossoming economy at one time.....the jobs all gone to other countries and their exploited cheap labor....and the U.S. erodes into
piles of oxidized dreams.....I liked it a lot, Nazz..............steve

Posted: September 23rd, 2008, 1:27 am
by Nazz
Hey Steve, I appreciate the reply. I guess every major city in the country has its seedy old decaying Strip with worn-out diners, broken-down roach motels, crime, rhyme and time(warp), pre-digital sort of grit, more tangible grime and spit, bacon and pancakes stacked high against the backdrop of a long hangover on chipped formica fifties... Yeah, there was a lot of that going on as I drove the eight-lane rust loop toward the flight museum on the other side of the tracks. When I got there I found an absurdly architecturally-advanced edifice, but inside were the same pitfalls and victories, the sublime, the purest aspirations and wreckage of the last hundred years or so of human attempts at flight. And those old hangars are just so damned poetic..

Posted: September 23rd, 2008, 7:06 am
by constantine
excellent work!!

Posted: September 23rd, 2008, 12:19 pm
by mtmynd
thx, mnaz, for the trip thru your eyes. enjoyed this mucho-much, amigo.