Car Hysteria (Seduction Revisited)

Earlier today,
shopkeepers seduced pot-bellied old men
with sleek,
brand-new cars
that rubbed and kissed their trousers
and guaranteed to stop lonesomeness.

Erstwhile minds backpedaled on leather seats
where stale memories surfaced and breathed new air,
striking deals in brown cubicles
under the breath of fresh coffee.

What she feared most,
kicked and scratched
and wanted to grow big enough to crawl
from the backseat of a yellow Pantera
and seduce her all over again,
while her husband and she waited
for his father to sign the lease
as wordy as Shakespeare but lacking any color.

She stayed away from the thing of her past—
Some memories are the turmoil
of a soul knotted like hair in vomit,
where forlornness and tumultuousness sting.


She likes how she looks in lavender
No deep yellows to energize his permanence for her
No hot pink except inside
No rich purple royal sainthood
Or the vibrant green envy and jealousy he loves
No riotous reds to make him want to strip off her dress

No stark raving vehemence ready to explode from someone really intense inside
None of his wolf eyes disguised in wonderment
No raging fingers coursing the river of her hair
No rapids of lustful desire
Or the acid tongue and blade-like words he dominates with
No no

She likes how she looks wearing lavender today
Wrapped in a romance without him