Plymouth Deluxe

Plymouth Deluxe
Me n’ my car as stuff begins—
its candy-apple skin
its sleek rear (before fins)
its chrome spears of zoom
its white-walls and gold
spun-aluminum moons
its fenders sensual as adolescent lust,
as full as ardor and rounded busts
and inside, screwed to the dash,
its aspiring logo: Plymouth Deluxe
which rhymes with (sorry for the let-down)
—aw, shucks.

Jim Culleny