I Don't Break Down Much

(Copyright 2007 Andy Sneed)

I don’t break down much, but I’m expensive to fix
Careful when you pop my clutch ‘cause the transmission slips
But I’m crash-tested, safety-rated
Controls are fully integrated
Keyless ignition, low emissions, and tastefully understated

My graphics suck, but otherwise I’m state-of-the-art
Sturdy as a dumptruck, but you can’t get spare parts
I’ve been dropped from the top of a twelve-foot ladder
To see if I’d crack or my face might shatter
Submerged in deep water, can I take the pressure (in case that matters)

Brilliantly conceived if a bit too complicated
By turns funny and moving, though the Cold War intrigue’s dated
At times the plot is hard to follow
Some of the dialogue rings hollow
While ultimately worth the effort, the final chapter’s a lot to swallow

I was developed for NASA in a secret government program
In the end they could not use me, but maybe you can
Must be some practical application
For zero-gravity back protection
Can’t promise you your best night’s sleep in years, but I’m open to suggestions

Any Color You Want (Model G)

(Copyright 2011 Andy Sneed)

She's got eyeliner
She's  got a T-shirt
Tanktop underneath
And a pleated broomskirt
She's got opaque tights
Tube socks
Definitely vintage hoodie
And converse hightops


When she gets dressed in the morning, she's going on the attack
You can get her in any color you want -
As long as it's black

She's got those onyx earrings
Couple of tattoos
And when she's feeling like a change of pace
A pair of scuffed-up army boots
She slings a messenger bag
Over her shoulder
Ex-boyfriend's motorcycle jacket
In case it gets colder

She likes the shadow it makes when the sun's at her back
You can get her in any color you want -
As long as it's black

She went and spray-painted her guitar
To match the vinyl top on her car
And on a night under moon and stars
She can almost imagine that she's far, far away

And like those marks left on the pavement when she's making tracks
You'll get her in any color you want -
As long as it's black

Ponder Cove

(Copyright 2010 Andy Sneed)
 
The day after our old cat died
I don’t know what made me decide
To climb into our car and drive
Through the biggest snowstorm in seventeen years
Was it he’d been with us for so long
That I couldn't stand it with him gone
Had to make a journey of my own
Just to banish the pain, be born again


And it was there - up on that mountainside
That I got scared, the car began to slide
Became aware this wasn't such a hot idea
Was it this small loss at just this time
Punched in that loss of ‘79
Was enough to make me leave my mind behind
Far behind

 

Through the mountains interstate was out
So we had to take that alternate route
Was just two lanes, only one of them plowed
Oh, the going to slow as it continued snowing
And not quite dark, visibility short
No better news from traffic report
By the time we finally reach I-40
Some jackknifed truck shut it down, of course

And it was there - deep blanketed on-ramp
That I prepared to pitch impromptu camp
Pulled out my hair, we should have listened to your grandfather
Was it this small loss at just this time
Punched in that loss of ‘79
Was enough to make me leave my mind behind

Situation critical: no room at Comfort Inn
And we were something pitiful when Martha took us in
Had to abandon vehicle eight inches deep in snow
But found a world transfigured way up in Ponder Cove

‘Cause it was this small loss at just this time
Punched in that loss of ‘79
Was enough to make me leave my mind behind
So far behind