At the Neil Young Magnolia Bodyshop in Mid-May

The other day a friend sent me a couple of such gorgeous fading magnolia poems that I had to find a whole new angle from which to approach the idea….

At the Neil Young Magnolia Bodyshop in Mid-May

Gotta
blame someone, so
it’s down to you, Neil Young—
oil up your throat’s squeaky old steel
wool strands

and get
to polishing
the insomniac streaks
of rust from all these magnolia
petals.

Neil Young – Hey, Hey, My My (Into The Black)

About John MacKenzie

I'll mumble for ya. Poetry, plus most things quantifiable: science, neuroscience, memory, epistemology, baseball. And so on.
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1 Response to At the Neil Young Magnolia Bodyshop in Mid-May

  1. Pingback: Magnolia Palinode (and process notes) | Mumbling Jack

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