Goose Clover (7)

   
   "Goose Clover (7)"
   
   ABC was my favorite television network; anyway, Freckles and me were watching DONNY & MARIE, a variety show that had debuted in January @ the ignition of the Bicentennial year for these here great States of Liberty.   
   My company seemed to be persuading Freckles to be more spirited with much mirth and glamorous glee.  I never knew that a soul's spiritual energy could outshine their corporeal aspects and make them glow like a radiant Full Moon.  Well, Freckles was sparkling.  And it was all cause of me, Goose Clover, or wiser:  our adoring synergy.  Two clumsy old timers in this wacky world.
   We weren't having a relationship that was carnally hinting of cool, like might a 1960's Dean Martin movie, but I got her off the downers; indeed, didn't need VALLEY OF THE DOLLS around my chain-smoking sophistication, and like Bette Davis used to kinda say:  "I loathe a man who doesn't smoke."
   So, deciding our gregarious gel was smooth, like a 1972 Oldsmobile Cutlass with a 350 Rocket, yet only a two barrel, I asked her to marry me.  Picked up a small diamond ring at a pawn shop, and she let me put it on her freckled finger.  Yup, my sister, the chemist, was right.  Love can matter, if you look and listen to somebody enough--somebody disarmed by circumstance, yet still standing, just patiently waiting to be saved from the contagion of existence.     

Goose Clover (6)

   
   "Goose Clover (6)"
   
   I, Goose Clover--so that's what they call me--yup; anyway, was in the metaphorical ditch of melancholy.  No, don't get me wrong, for I have no lack of interest.  Just major concern for Freckles, and sublime contempt for all the nasty toxicity that had been thrown in her meek direction.
   Yeah, possibly, corporeally unpleasant, or rather, non-advanced femininity seems to lash out with vulgarities, yet Freckles was so darn pleasant and fresh, like a fancy soap made by those educated people--them in their labs with diplomas hanging on the wall.
   I just had to lift her up.  To be her spiritual cheer and benevolent spirit.  I prayed when I pumped the gas at Amoco; next, I'd take her back to my place and we'd spin the vinyl.  It eased her.  A few KENT cigarettes too.  And yeah, she still had the darn Ford Pinto.  An accident waiting to happen.  

INXS - Jimmy Barnes - Good Times (Live)

Goose Clover (5)

   
   "Goose Clover (5)"
   
   @ the Amoco, I was pumping the dinosaur fuel for an auburn haired lady in a Ford Pinto; next, I knew Ralph Nader would get involved, and in the waaaay future, Donahue too, in all his weirdness, supporting him as a Green Party Candidate.  Us gas pumpers know plenty.
   Regardless, the lady with auburn hair lifted her head, revealing tears running down a face smeared in freckles.  I asked her to pay me for Amoco's services, and she was crying; furthermore, said to my astonished soul:  "Nobody likes me.  I'm not even an A cup; I wear a training bra, and I'm forty-seven years old; plus, everybody calls me Freckles."
   I took her payment; moreover, I consoled her; plus, asked her out on a date.  The shapeless divine and  those born with asymmetrical features--their corporeal aspects ridiculed.  Yet there is always a mirror of justice.  Bullies have to sneak up on themselves in the mirror.
   Anyway, we went to an Italian place for dinner.  There was candlelight.  She was humble, head down, but I asked to see her glimmering face; next, she displayed it for me, that sweet countenance totally covered in freckles, and deep-green eyes, haunting behind.  Could this be the love of my life?    She was so fractured and frail, yet had carried on for almost half a century, fighting the bullies and their beefy bravado, though wilted when the mystical rose reveals her bitter thorns.   

Goose Clover (4)

   
   "Goose Clover (4)"
   
   After checking the air pressure in a set of tires on one of them Mustangs 2's, kinda cheesy vehicles, reminding of a Chevy Monza in crafted style, weak with only a four cylinder; however, having a four speed and shifting V-8 transmission; indeed, all the Mustang 2's needed were some intake and outtake options, making it better than stock in a sense of performance; next, you got a pretty fast car.
   So, after an autumn night's cruise homewards in my truck, windows rolled down to catch a kiss from the four winds, I'm back in my apartment, talking to my sister on the horn.
   She's all about me getting married, finding a lifetime love, and I would have none of it, but listened patiently before my response, which was:  "I like being a fifty-seven year old bachelor; it keeps me young; plus, nobody is nagging me all day."
   Then, I saw the future, like Warhol mentioning that we'll all be famous for 15 minutes in the future, and then, with the Internet and Smart Phones--it does come true.  And your spouse and friends bother you daily by posting cat videos, and sending them to your phone while you're trying to pump gas--you'll have to do that for yourself in the future too.  

Goose Clover (3)

   
   "Goose Clover (3)"
   
Goose Clover, in his muddy truck, rolled down Three Chopt Road
In Richmond, Virginia; moreover, thought he ran over a horned toad;
Thus, he prayed for the coyote killer;
Next, ignited a KENT cigarette, highly respected by Romanian vampires--them wrigglers;
Then, onward did his large tires torque to the Amoco gas station, where he pumped fuel,
Him having a respected job, and doing it with simpatico cool,
Adoring his labor and the Eastern seasons that brightly change,
Never wanting his mundane life to be supernaturally rearranged.  

Goose Clover (2)

   
   "Goose Clover (2)"
   
   Yeah, gas was around 59 cents a gallon, and once, some fancy lady with a CHARLIE'S ANGELS type of  hairstyle tipped me with a two dollar bill, showcasing Virginia's greatest lover--no, not George Jefferson, for he owned a type of laundromat.
   Anyway, it was the Bicentennial year, and a corduroy suit only cost around $69.00; plus, BARETTA was my favorite show on ABC.  Too, I liked listening to THE SPINNERS and WILD CHERRY.  Hell, I was old--not dead.
   So, I was cruising around Regency Mall, headed to my apartment complex.  My sweet sister, the chemist, was there with a sample of the new toothpaste she had invented; moreover, she had made some tacos.  It was a pretty cool night.  And always sweet to have a loving sibling, even though she was considering voting for a peanut farmer.