Tuesday, February 25, 2014

At Home

What if I was a dog and I finally caught a car?
Would I salivate over twisted metal in my mouth
Cuddling upon a tire unhinged from the axle
A sparkplug bleeding brake fluid at my feet?
Would I leap into the passenger seat 
Tearing the upholstery limb from limb
pissing on the dashboard 
and gnawing at the steering wheel?
I dream of this car where the hood tears like foil
where lugnuts drip to the floor
the curves of the hubs shred at my claws
while oil douses my furry fro 
from beneath the idling engine
that I've conquered in the back alley
behind the yard where I take my naps
in the shade of the surrounding white pickets.

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