Classic custom old school car clubs
Sixty-six Ford LTD was “Dave’s Dream”
Personal plaques flash firme
Bajito rolling ranfla street scene
Carnal cruises slow style
Hoppin hydraulics make bombs bounce
To timeless oldies music mesh
Savvied since nineteen fifty-five
Cars converted for their cruising comfort
It’s inches Lowrider’s lowered from the dirt
Pavements, personalized cultural classic rides
Masterpiece Mexican American automobile’s
Chevy’s chèvere and Malibu’s mint
Official older car creators
Alliterisen
Carnal—by blood
Firme—firm
Bajito—low
Ranfla—A lowrider (car)
9/27/21
Oh bollocks
An impact on health and the wallet
As an alcoholic
Do I know when to call it
No I don't know when to stop s***
I don't care about your trucks or cars with hydraulics
Am I too caught up in trying to frolic
Got to work towards being brolic
In order to be inside and out solid
Grew up in conditions that were squalid
From day one till now still people are being diabolic
It's become pathetic, if I'm honest
Like my life and addictions, so very melancholic
In a world that can be angelic yet also demonic
I've kept to myself, not wanting to be toxic
Staying rogue
Got problems of my own,
Need to try harder and use logic
For my own benefit as well as any on land, in the air, or the aquatic
Can't get anything done with hands in the pocket
I've got to take off quick
Like a rocket
For you, I left a box of chocolate
That I was able to shoplift
Just kidding, I bought it
But I don't want it
Or any fake love, that's just not it
I can't be on it
The real thing is what I intend to accomplish
Got to work hard and not quit
Can't just give up and drop it
I've understood that and never forgot it
Closed sliding doors opens up to a box
Cables, conduits and wires, hydraulics
Elevator
4/02/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
EPISODE II
CYBER METAMORPHOSIS
Alpha-582 Loves ZL-236
I extend my hand to her
My hydraulics closing delicately
Both aware of our cold steel
And the heat of our humanity
In the softness of her eyes
I see the reflection of my face
Like the longing to connect
Through the vast coldness of space
I give her my sacred code
To bypass my encryption
My beating heart begins to race
As metal fades from my perception
We escape into a garden
Too green to hint of sin
And we find a hidden reality
As our virtual starts to spin
And we marvel at the ache
Of our vulnerability
We have a sudden revelation
Of our current atrophy
The vision of our ancestors
We have forged to perfection
We would rather be a machine
Than judged an imperfection
But as we spin together
Her eyes give me permission
To access her domain
And to start a new religion
I conduct past her circuits
To the soft tissue of her
Then something new in my abdomen
As darkness begins to purge
Mental explosions of light
Followed by the coldest sensations
Aware again of moving parts
Now also of unhealthy expectations
It hits me like a ton
That I feel every cruelty
And that's when I became aware
That I am not a machine
END OF EPISODE II