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Cars in the lot


I live in A parking lot In the quiet corner of rosemary hill I am guided and parked always 27 lines down from the first spot Which makes my space the 14th of the lot But I am not very particular about this It happens that I spend a lot of time here When I’m not being driven or directed My days are spent lazily loitering But my nights, oh my nights! Sundown brings anxiety and anticipation And I am unusually spry And when nightfall comes my soul is set on fire My attention is baited and lead Like a mouse to a trap and its Caught every time the streetlights go out At the far end of the lot She enters A 2010 Streamline Porsche Carrera Candy apple red in color The finest car I ever did see Comes and parks (Gasp) right next to me If I had a mouth to speak, my love, my dearest I would ask you to flash your lights I would tell you that The steady purr of your engine Makes me swoon You put the crank in my crankshaft The positive to my negative battery My wiper blades swish to keep my windshield spotless So you can see how I see you- flawlessly You keep my timing belt on a perfect attendance record My odometer ticks backwards So I can get back every mile I wasted without you I’d tell you I want to run for mayor Just so I can make the day the assembly plant created you a national holiday I’ll make this lot an international landmark And all the highways in the world were built for your grace To complete them Oh how I want to be the oil Flowing trough your pockets I will be comfy in your combustion chambers I promise Caressing your compression rings Being pounded by pistons, I want to be violated by your valves Both intake and outtake strokes… I want to drive your engine temperature so high That your dash lights come on All but your antilock system brake light Because I’d never want you to hit the brakes on what we’re feelin I would break If I had a wish Broken into metal fragments To prove my usefulness Weld me into your frame So I may admire your structure Fasten me into your throttle body so I breathe when you breathe Hold me into the halogen of your headlights so that I may be your vision tress me to your tires So I may go where you go solder me to your suspension so I can support you always Latch me to the locks so that I may Keep your heart with me always Fit me into the fuel tank And make every Mile per gallon count Ratchet me into your radio And I’ll be your favorite song Don’t hide behind The tint in your purple shaded windows lovely, Rest your weariness For though our chemistry’s uncanny Like R.E.M. I do believe in strange occurrences Let’s wish on a mazzy star tonight So I can fade into you Or if you want, you can pour some sugar on me What you hear of how I feel is real Darling Trust in the truth of my transmissions Trembling cannot falter Our Tale of transcendence Every second since my creation has brought me To This night My beloved, blink your lights Roll down your windows so that we May share the same breath of wind Flash your lights, answer yes and I’ll show you the world at its best Resting beside each other In the light of the moon Together, forever, In this lot
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