if i win, can i keep the mclaren ?
drag me up and down your garage
gazing at your car kits
kittish voice echos through, saying
“what am i gonna do about you..”

my grip is tight
around the gear
rubber burns from the friction
his wheels are hot and slick
i’ll lick the leather when i finish

and i love how fast you drive
not just any car
but a flawless honda nsx-r
spent time in the passengers seat (you love how fast i can ride)
still feverish from your drift

–

MiNGi’S iNTERLUDE

PRESS YOU UP AGAiNST THE DASH
BLOOD iS SPiLLING FROM MY ****
FROM THE GLASS THAT’S BEEN SMASHED
YOU’RE DRiPPING CiGARETTE ASH

i’LL HAVE THE BOYS IN TOKYO
SPEAKING KOREAN WHEN THEY…
RiDE ME LiKE THEiR FAVORiTE CAR
LiTTLE HONDA BABY

MURCiELAGO AS BLUE AS A BRUiSE
KiCK BACK, SiT TiGHT
LOSE TRACTiON
WEAR AND TEAR UP MY TiRES

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he doesn’t have a backseat
but he has the glossy hood.
you’ve never driven her, not once
never slipped in the keys,
and ah– turned her on ?

tell me to take it
can i take one of these toys ?
hard and fast against the tarmac
fast paced once we hear the sirens
see the cruisers

speed series
you own every vehicle ever
all your japanese models
gleaming gloriously and
sparkling under the streetlights

all the grid girls on the block
see your renaissance red supra
they rack up their skirts,
drag their manicures along the chrome
notice you drowned in chrome hearts

lips stained DO5
same color as the coupe
and my cheeks when we
listen to the pretty purr
of your v12 engine