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.