revving up the engine
the highway's our home
deco paint peels off her nails
her buzzing red eyes
blinking
a vintage beauty
she bathes in gasoline
with the permanent smell
of a new car
leaking off my breath

we flip off the taxis
and key the gals
who take their time
scraping limbs from gravel
she's the weapon
i'm the man

the dead bird
on her windshield
applauds my taste
while jaywalkers
whistle her name
through shattered teeth
and i only kiss
my girl goodbye
when the sunset yields
red and blue