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My Other Passion The “wasp” is now black, custom chrome marks her as mine, air blue with two stroke. Celtic soul brother, dreams of casino dance floors, Wigans heady days. My scoot needs a name, I’ll call her “Vespa D’Amore”, moniker given. Music to ride to, two-tone, ska, reggae even punk, more a way of life. Metamorphosis, Mod becomes a Scooterist, iconic styling. Ten inch wheels roll, dancing to Northern Soul, a rich tapestry. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Marsha Steed On Date: 2005-11-04 12:42:48
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.61538
Stephen, as I scooted along your jaunty piece, the sun basked and the pavement skittered. Charming usage of more decade-related nomenclature with Mod and ska, wigans and two-stroke. "Celtic soul brother" dances through the vocal scale with a playful aire.
Music to ride to. Isn't this really what the whole piece is about? Made-up words like "Scooterist" gives the carefree feeling validation and even a little playful swat.
Tapestry is a fabric word however, it sort of stuck out for me in your music/ chrome world. Perhaps Symphony or Concert or something?
Iconic styling indeed.
M