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she idles down and stops

drifts slowly

speedometer “O”

 

“Goddammit”

 

she slips behind the wheel

while i dip under the car

unfolding my stainless knife

 

“Okay!”  I yell

as i connect the two points across

the starter

Sparks fly as the metal arcs and burns

 

oldsmobile running smooth as a kitten

 

i climb in toss the knife on the floor

its got great chunks from the blade

wont shut now

 

we are off though

i punch the cassette in and Hank Williams

starts to moan about a “Singing Waterfalls”

 

night supreme flows past

three quarters of a tank of gas

 

sequential-six fuel inject

smooth as sex

 

we rocket through the night

stainless steel

and hearts full of hope

 

..O..

Joe Noganosh has this knife probably to this day
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Submitted by weirdelf on 31 July 2007 - 10:06am.
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Kerouac would be proud.

cheers,
Jess