Overdrive

By darkcoldplace

the engine roars like a beast from hell
tires squeal like the chaotic song of harpies

a living, breathing creature,
that eats compact cars, and shits hybrids

a crazed and frenzied machine straight from Detroit
with smooth lines, and sleek curves

headlights that stare, that wish you a thousand deaths
and a grille that promises to deliver

it races, faster and faster, weaving in and out
seeming to shrink and squat, to fly through impossible places

a burst of yellow, through lines of black and white
laughing at the absurd thought of stopping

the only red it sees are in rear veiw mirrors
flashing with streaks of blue, and hissing sirens

it runs; racing through strip malls, and highways
burning rubber faster than it burns oil

a fast paced life for a faster-than-possible creation
never stop, never surrender

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Copyright 2009 Ivan Darkhardt
Published on Tuesday, October 6, 2009.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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