This engine of desire

Diesel on the barrelhead

Clanks out of the driveway

And blows down the road like

A forensic blunt object

 

Yes, the road is entirely mine

Billowing blue clouds easy to track

When I plow through intersections

That wye that I saw and shattered, scissoring

Barriers the size of thighs in the rough weeds

 

Hell, this winter salt heap has no brakes

I can’t help your teenage stutter

Dirty grease fondling wrench.

Blow-by, ignition, stumble, fly wheel, fly,

 

Later, I could trade this in

Something elegant and sleek would be nice, but

The soft tan leather cries when I enter

Leaving stains from the black oil of my heart.

 

 

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