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car.
by Andrew S Adamsand the keychains dangled from your key
fucking the ignition, trigger the engine
start up a fire that is purely haunted,
and just let the gas consume the soul.
one more speed limit come and passed,
the roadsigns point one way,
opposite to you.
with the top down,
we ran out of gas.
it started to rain.
your sixty nine vette
abandoned on a open freeway-
desert strip forever ahead,
and i see you in the suburbs with a metro. 09/14/2003 Posted on 09/15/2003
Copyright © 2025 Andrew S Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Cymbre Dolphay on 09/15/03 at 04:04 AM Well there's a sad thought for today. Nicely put Andy. |
| Posted by Jolie Jordan on 09/18/03 at 09:15 AM I think the line "$#%@ing the ignition.." is completely brilliant, just the concept of it I suppose.. |
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