September 3, 2022Poem
There is no romance
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There is no romance
It is a thing of the past
There is little beauty
In the sound of an engine
Burning fuel
When there is no solution
To its pollution
The thrill of the chase
The warmth between the legs
The rhythmic throb
The deep heat sensual sensation
The mean machine
With customised paintwork
Taking your breath away
In a heartbeat
As you lie flat out
Across the bonnet
Staring up at the sky
With the whole of the moon
Reflected on the water
An illusion of freedom
An allusion to youth
When an automobile
Was a signifier
Of affluence
A key to the highway
An escape to victory
A Jag
A Thunderbird
A Triumph five hundred
When did that dream
Combust
Into a petrol-headed nightmare