Forever racing down the highways <br />of madness in the mind <br />I scuttle and scare at the engines roar <br />tossing the needle into overdrive <br />red bursting at the seams of gravity. <br /> <br />Fully entrenched in the fast lane <br />I swerve to avoid articulated trucks <br />filled with layers of reason on why <br />I should humble myself in this societies <br />black hole of boundless depravity. <br /> <br />Given the delicious curve of the racetrack <br />and the one hundred reasons for delectable <br />togetherness, I shift to a slow rhythmic pulsating finish <br />savouring every moment I spent in your clockwork <br />seduction. <br /> <br />Fuelled and fantasy driven I polish <br />and promote my car with all its grunts and bruises <br />and speeding tickets, near misses <br />and conquests as a dangerous drivers <br />logbook of mysteries and miseries. <br /> <br />This model is old and antique <br />but oils well and grunts its way to stardom. <br />Price tag-negotiable!<br /><br />Marshall Gass<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/turbo-2/
