Drive

A day to drive, Coolant sunned, Last leaves scattered, On a pedal-fly, Ignition lust, On mother-piston, Pointed beams like bone fingers, I sit upright alone, Dark storm racing, Lightening spoken to. Weary of the voric-tendonces, The telly I left, From Demille's close-ups, Of Towers steel rain, Hand holding Jumpers, The day of the terrorist tools, At home I got car sick, When I was a replay witness, And our behooved king cow poke, Started his info-spin, Telling a child his dad would be ok, It's a noise vio-licked. Beget, to begot, A day to drive, Needing true air,radio off, For the ones gone