gasoline dreams

I created you
hand-built you
part by part
tightened your bolts
cleaned your carburetor
adjusted your throttle
you were laid bare
strewn apart and crying
I caressed you
fucked you
stepped in your blood
until you cranked to life
until your reverberations
under my watchful hands
turned to a purr
you are a blessing
you are a curse
you are a mechanized
dimly-realized
poorly-conceived
fantasy
and boy can you run
girls are girls
and boys are boys
you are a custom-built
high-output
combusting
one-of-a-kind
mind-fuck machine
your engine is robust
your chassis is tight
I can hear your roar
in the middle of the night
hide me in your dim interior
rip us from this town

you are bleeding
from a foundry flaw
I see it now
but I was always
so believing
so blind
you were the girl
among so many
I unfairly captured
and then methodically bolted on
all of my expectations
little girl
I did you so much wrong
young one
I apologize and now
burn my incense of regret
your virgin parts
were swapped and sold
to the four corners
just so I could
have a little fun
just so I could
step on your throat
and hear you scream
just so I could
sit in your suede seats
and dream your gasoline dreams.