frames a flammable breather
and all the bites that ignite it.
You heat the flow of brassy gas
while the abrading taste towards rusty rehash
the plastered glass
made up of insects
from sign-less intersections.
Windshield wipers squeal
on an antenna'ed frame of steel
as you high-wax all the white-resistant truths.
The once-in-awhile brake-check
detects a depth,
all your oils leak
much the way
upon exposure to watered down air.
A high mileage hindrance
upon blubber-rubber treads
even at sleeper speeds
...a two-man job
of tension belts
while revving engines catch fire.