Dave inspired me, Dave you bastard.
Been sitting on this fer a month or so.
While taking a curve at 55 the wheels must have locked,
it could be blamed on the successive sheets of rain,
but truthfully it can’t be known what causes a machine to fail.
So now we lie, mangled cyborgs.
The steering column has fused with a chest here,
chrome siding has been grafted into an arm there.
By now the shock must be wearing off;
the padded sound of falling drops mixes with the crack of sobs.
Would there be strength to draw a few spare breaths,
some words of assurance might be offered.
But lungs have been punctured by a carburetor,
and the fly wheel has severed legs beyond repair.
The only thing to address is the humor of this all.
Just yesterday I said that I didn’t fear death.
So I stretch my burgundy soaked fingers out to smooth
my passenger’s soaked and matted hair.
Neither of us will ever walk away,
and I know she must be so scared.
While taking a curve at 55 the wheels must have locked,
it could be blamed on the successive sheets of rain,
but truthfully it can’t be known what causes a machine to fail.
So now we lie, mangled cyborgs.
The steering column has fused with a chest here,
chrome siding has been grafted into an arm there.
By now the shock must be wearing off;
the padded sound of falling drops mixes with the crack of sobs.
Would there be strength to draw a few spare breaths,
some words of assurance might be offered.
But lungs have been punctured by a carburetor,
and the fly wheel has severed legs beyond repair.
The only thing to address is the humor of this all.
Just yesterday I said that I didn’t fear death.
So I stretch my burgundy soaked fingers out to smooth
my passenger’s soaked and matted hair.
Neither of us will ever walk away,
and I know she must be so scared.