Slipping on oil and transmission fluid,
wearing horse ridin’ boots
and a Rorschach dress.
The Exxon Valdez of automotive mechanica
Slopped across garage floor
cemented speckles, paint erosion,
and antique cracks of
Time’s pressure breaking atomic structure.
Fall’s dead leaves blew in months ago–
Saturate in pinkish expulsions of car vomit
Meshed in brown glossed tinges
of liquefied fossil fuels.
Clean up’s like spreading gravel over
a fresh filled flesh grave
shaped like Italy without toes.
26 February 2017