10/19/17 1:07AM
Wind, chimes and dust
It\'s an avenue of ordeals
Stop lights and signs and pedestrians
Even the animals scurry across the road
Announcing their distaste for these lanes of inconvenience
You can hear it
You have to drive on winding speed traps
Winding and starving auto death marches
Cruising, cruising through empty dugouts
Dripping, dripping over deathly tracks
Faltering, faltering under rusted overpasses
There is no allure of that bulbous dismemberment
That rolling and shedding of parts
No hoods and roofs scraping pavement
It\'s not allowed, at 30
Spite those leather bound disasters trying to come through
These curvy pale crumbles make the steering wheel pull
Malice in urban planning
Laid out like a drunk lays out his chunks of vomit
Retching wretched pavement in silly directions
You can hear it
The car itching for speed
Never really making it in gear
Like everyone in this town
You have to grip with no friction