heres for starters

A vulcanized scream and vaporized rubber
fills the atmosphere with a smoky blue velvet elixir
filtering the stoplight repertoire
of red, yellow, and green
as a curled wake of torn fabric neon night
crawls on my hood and begins to dream.

I stood
full throttle
in order to pursue
suspension showing me
an eleven-degree view
of the horizon.

I fight the wheel
shift
gear to gear
in desperate fear of losing her...

while she passes

I am caught
held
and let go

all by a blonde running a Chevelle.
(as she moves out of sight)
Tonight
I’ll climb the curb
race the stars
in my car.