The Launch July 20th 1969.

The Launch July 20th 1969.

A Poem by writing mojo
"

coming of age

"


hands between 9 and 3

that's what mama  

said


told her at sixteen

to grasp the wheel

and steer clear  

of LSD sunrises


spin out of disaster

when that dress

is floored


avoid drunken

strangers in lap

and parked cars


merry prankster

seat belts undone

 

the midnight strokes

litmus weightlessness 

from legs and arms

to the rear-view


up like launch pad

affection

          

the pink horizon  

cusp the road side 


saunter to the blip

arising tides

breathless


no longer summer of love

1967 but reminiscing 

of holding hands

with chaperon space

in an alpha constellation   


comes loose

the throttle


young and wild

grooves 


forever for those inside girls


remembering the song

on the radio

Something In The Air 


and outside boys calling it

being a free spirit

yelling touchdown!


high-fiveing each other

with the dial cracked

up..up..up

with a selfish desire 

to be the first man landing

on the moon  

 


  

 

   

© 2015 writing mojo



Author's Note

writing mojo
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I remember coming of age. Spent most of my time wishing my acne would go away and that I had a flash car.



Posted 1 Year Ago


when your young you experiment. When your a young man you explore since experimentation
is for squares.

Merrit Andrews said in class that "pre marital sex might be something young women should experiment".
So soon after the four girls arrived in Ft Lauderdale for spring break, Melanie looses her
virginity. Those were the opening scenes of "Where the Boys Are", that 60's movie my parents
forbade me and my sister to watch unless one of them was in the room. Damn, that seems
tame now, Even by yesterdays standards. But if the sixties were anything at all, they were the
years of experiment; of children leaning forward to hear what Joplin, Hendrix, Warhol, Coltrane,
Picasso, Plath, Sexton, Miles, Alan Shepard, Gandhi, The Temptations, The Everly Brothers,
Hank Williams, Ed Clampett, Flip Wilson and Uncle Joe had to say.

Then you grow up and replace those "selfish desires" with more refined selfish desires: Older
women. Slower cars with better gas mileage. Taller security fences. Mega Million tickets.
Homeland security....(sic)

You possess the greatest poetic mind in America. I would say the world, but I've been no where
worldly lately but Walmart for Flu meds, and my mothers house for spare pillow cases.
They said of Namath in his prime that he could flip his wrist and the football would travel
65 yards in the air.....Well brother, you can flip that pen of yours and throw you metaphoric
likenesses as far as the eye can see..

You are as brilliant as always....dana


Posted 1 Year Ago


Or the first woman; we are no different, we just pretend to be. :))

Brilliant!! Beccy.

Posted 1 Year Ago


there is that step---on the moon of youth...being seventeen...all the warnings...and yet...

we are explorers into that galaxy of sensuality..."houston we have a problem"---but it's all part of adolescence...

you are such a polished writer and i so enjoy the settings you create with your words.
j.

Posted 1 Year Ago


writing mojo

1 Year Ago

thank you very much for the compliment and the review
Quite narrative for you - but I love the entwined double entendre of just one small step into manhood.

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 1 Year Ago


writing mojo

1 Year Ago

Thanks Michael. I am glad you got the piece

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