hand and drive them for many years
a love affair is inevitable:
you even learn to
accept their little
eccentricities:
the leaking water pump
the failing plugs
the rusted throttle arm
the reluctant carburetor
the oily engine
the dead clock
the frozen speedometer and
other sundry
defects.
you also learn all the tricks to
keep the love affair alive:
how to slam the glove compartment so that
it will stay closed,
how to slap the headlight with an open palm
in order to have
light,
how many times to pump the gas pedal
and how long to wait before
touching the starter,
and you overlook each burn hole in the
upholstery
and each spring
poking through the fabric.
your car has been in and out of
police impounds,
has been ticketed for various malfunctions:
broken wipers,
no turn signals, missing
brake light, broken tail lights, bad
brakes, excessive
exhaust and so forth
but in spite of everything
you knew you were in good hands,
there was never an accident, the
old car moved you from one place to
another,
faithfully
-the poor man’s miracle.
so when that last breakdown did occur,
when the valves quit,
when the tired pistons
cracked, or the
crankshaft failed and
you sold it for
junk
-you then had to watch it carted
away
hanging there
from the back of the tow truck
wheeled off
as if it had no
soul,
the bald rear tires
the cracked back window and
the twisted license plate
were the last things you
saw, and it hurt
as if some woman you loved very
much
and lived with
year after year
had died
and now you
would never
again know
her music
her magic
her unbelievable
fidelity.
(Source: weheartit.com)
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Winter Warz
Ghostface Killah
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Ghostface Killah - Winter Warz
If I could ask you one question
I’d ask where you went, you’d teach me a lesson every time I got bent
But the alcohol doesn’t make me forget about it all
Doesn’t matter the season the leaves, they still fall
They slipped hidden messages within the cards that were dealt
I understand myself and the sorrow I felt
For as simple as I am, how’d it get so complex?
Got me studyin’ the margins and disregardin’ the text
I open the curtains and listen to the traffic go
but I still get nervous each time my piece passes go
The residue is thick and the memory fails
I still laugh cause the path feels a lot like a trail
(Source: teameganfox)
