Intricacies of the Model F Auto
Reaching for its peak
Monumentally grooving
(it) is like
Playing a song and right before it reaches its bass or kick-in; crescendo
You get stuck at a red light
Met with clenched jaw and cusped lips
Flicked off a felony of sirens
A curse meets the air that was saved and savored
The bones in your body dance loose and meet the skin you read as cold
That tongue does a jolly good show
Whispering its goodbyes and slow jams of a
Start up off the brake pedal
It’s alarm
Notifying the signal, the defeat of its motivation
Black as a nocturnal animal of the day
F*** you Jerry Rings out over the automobiles
Clanging in the yard adjacent
Tears, welling close to the bridge
Shifting
Deep inhale no exhale as
Eyelids creep closer and meet in a dreary
(Jaws crack in spite)
Dream of acceleration
