Tuesday, April 3, 2012

My Car

This is not my car.
Infected with rust,
no longer whole.
A Frankenstein of motor vehicles,
original parts missing,
defined by the replacements.
This is not my car.

Unfamiliar.
Touchy Steering.
Sensitive Pedals.
No. Control.
This is not my car.

Defined by age,
lousy with experience.
Miles on miles on miles,
But this is not my car.

My car is
controllable,
innocent,
"reliable."

Been nowhere.
Going nowhere.
Getting there fast.
This is my car.

Fresh paint,
Matching tires.
Seemingly Perfect
Fearfully Sheltered
This is my car.

In the "now."
Much like most.
Invisible.
Judge if you must,
Because this is my car.

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