Rebel With Cause

Fast car. Fast car.
Liz in his thoughts;
the reek of his last
same-sexed lover still
on his sheets.

Fast car. How fast
can it go? Rev up
the motor. Let
out the throttle.
Full speed around
that next curve.

If he flies at the speed
of light, will he disappear
into the moon's belly,
he wonders?

He stubs out his last cig,
chugs down more Daniels.
The ghosts still
won't slip off
his shoulder blades.

He's two people, and even
this fast, loud
mouthed
little sports car
can't make the one
he hates go away.

Pris Campbell
©2005

Photo: James Dean
  photo found on one of his fan pages

Published Remark Journal 2006 (upcoming issue)

In memory of James Dean , a troubled young star, who died in his early twenties in an auto accident.

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