Choosing the Ride
Once keys jingled,
ignition and clutch
growling
with one open mouth.
The ride is smoother now,
no need to kickstart or throttle
the brain.
We let our bodies talk,
through the gears.
Hold my stick honey,
while I change lanes
looking for potholes.
I fall asleep,
when not fighting your curves.
We all know that recharging,
a Tesla
is a peaceful way to die,
let us speed past darlin,
just as sexy
as age will allow.
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