Have you ever desired
a carwash for the soulrushed
right up to those
retractable doors to drive
right in let the gush & spray
wash away mud-splatters
& grease? You knew didn’t you?
you’d still have to face that bang
clang under your hood
Have you ever desired
a soul mechanic? You knew didn’t you?
you’d bristle at repair suggestions
implying your ride’s no good
Imagine if you can a wrecking
yard a refiner’s fire & a high-end
custom shop all-in-one
where everything we are & everything
we do is made new where the pitch-perfect roar
from your ignition rings in
a cloudless spring evening so cleanly
that freshly-paved highways spread to the horizon
& far beyond for the likes of us
to glisten among the stars
