(Inspired by Suds Car Wash)
Long
years ago, when i had not yet grown,
And
I had barely learned to talk or stand,
The
greatest thrill that i had ever known,
Was
riding through the car wash while it ran.
A tunnel, underworld of foamy hell,
Beyond
a swishing veil of mystery
The
spooky way the car would drive itself
Upon
its slow approach to destiny,
The
swirling brushes rushing from all sides,
Like
buzzing saw blades, harmless in the end
Revealed
as spinning bristles, soft and mild,
The
monsters of the dark, emerged as friends.
And
i observed from my dark bathysphere,
The
threatening torrents and the violent sprays
Protected
in a shell from harm or fear,
By
these wet terrors, safely kept at bay
This
was the tempest of my innocence
Where
storms of life were free from painful rage,
The
last time life would welcome ignorance,
The last time i and chaos kindly played.
The last time i and chaos kindly played.
