In neon chromatic I skim in a machine that purrs.

The wheel smooth as it responds in hairpin curves,

Lazy winding on glass smooth blacktop

And roaring engines that snarl hungry plumes

To a cityscape blur.

I’m slipping, sliding, gears slick and tuned

Flowing as you dare to crowd the road,

Watch me glide.

There’s no lap to the future, there’s no end,

Just the revolve, the next turn, and the blur

Of your life speeding closer to infinity.