Mercedes-Benz 300SL Gullwing by Oliver Jones
Whiplashings of sun run down arms that squeeze
necks as if to say: the hot floods my air filters
when you whisper ignorant things; I whisper them
but your mind is elsewhere. I can tell by the way
the windshield sizzles like scorched slate
as a troop of surfers hit the beach and the wave
dematerialises like badly timed foreplay.
Below your ear the tattoo of some anthropoid
snacks on the little round bone that dances
when you chew gum, a deep foreign grain,
Ahasverus advena, 1/2 an inch long, reddish brown.
It’s the best last sight to look on, so I unhook
and slip out the side panelling like a sun-
peeled coat of paint. Glare hits me, sky’s fender
crashing down its hood. I am the heat
exchanger, inductively coupled with no thing.
Oliver Jones is a British-Peruvian poet originally from London. He holds a BA honours degree in Philosophy from Oxford University and has edited two anthologies, #refugeeswelcome and #NousSommesParis. He is the author of the poetry chapbook chronic youth and the psychobiography Donald Trump: The Rhetoric, both out with Eyewear Publishing. He also writes for and co-edits the music/lit blog Follower of Nothing.