every destination
is stamped with
a golden lion
margaret river, your
suspension sprang
through the bonnet
like a jack in the box
bullsbrook, your
radiator fan
wobbled like a
spinning top then
toppled off
bedfordale, you
dropped your muffler
dragging it loudly
on the road home
like the greave
of a dead knight
white gum valley, a
stolen car smashed
your front and side
a gaping gash
i dressed tenderly
with silver gaffa tape
i cried, my face on
your steering wheel
north perth, a
zealous policeman
gave you a sticker
it was yellow
we got you over
the pit but then i
married a saab
this gascon had
seat warmers cup
holders a ski hatch
moose avoiding
technology suddenly
after so many
bends and turns
hors concours
we parted
i think of you still
in your winter years
at the barker junction
tip listening to the
sounds of the bush
i like to believe you
can’t feel anything
without your engine
© meredi o
3 responses so far ↓
1 BigSquib // Sep 4, 2007 at 10:25 am
BOO HOO!:(
But, lets face it. It really was on its last legs!
2 MrSquib // Sep 17, 2007 at 4:30 am
Interesting
I owned a 1970 Ford Cortina Mark II 1600GT for a while and a while ago.
It was one of the best cars I’ve owned and I learnt all my vast mechanical skills on it.
I must have taken apart every single piece on that car twice over and never once did I take a hammer to the back brakes.
3 squib // Sep 17, 2007 at 5:42 am
no comment!
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