grand prix

Grand Prix recollections,
Red dirt introspections,
Counterintuitive elections—

A rare wonder I was lost to
State-sponsored corrections,
After I bought those drown-me brown

Objections as to why we shouldn’t be,
How anything darker we couldn’t see
In all that eighties-untrue;

We were half-projections
On sky-strung heart-conceptions—
But I couldn’t, in you, just too-shyly

Be at peace as me in the sea that we
So badly wanted, wave-daringly,
To near-immortally be.

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