Coke Machine Glow

Coke Machine Glow Here we are on the highway. Here we are on the road. Here we are in the parking lot's pink Coke machine glow. Here we are in the bedroom. Here we are in the bed. Here we are beside each other after everything we've said. Granddad There's a haunting picture of you and a horse You were never in better shape than you were in World War II Skinny little sinews You were so tenuously you This horse for Churchill. Starpainters The myth is neither here nor there, from the air. Just blue lake stains on green and purified, parcelled squares: a crazy quilt of spearmint, of mustard and honey tones; a scuffed-up kitchen floor of tiles on top of bones with a big trap door. Towns down diagonal lines disappear and drop out of sight into the night beyond the national night, and underneath the grit and glare into unfettered nothingness and thin air, as herds of clouds lazily graze on thermal sighs of delight. The Starpainters are taking over now, their scaffolding is in its place. Your anaesthesiologist tonight is washing up and on her way.Downie, Gordon is the author of 'Coke Machine Glow' with ISBN 9780676974010 and ISBN 0676974015.