I write the peoetry

New car,
Where are you,
Are you driverless,
Driving to my house, without warning,
I have not yet purchased you despite years of debating
the relevant merits of the different types of chassis and
the fuel economy.

New car
So shiny and smelly in a good way
of leather of new upholstery
you make me excited
in ways I cant describe
unless you have a wonderful imagination
while you manipulate the gearstick
and I fully accept that this may only be an automatic

The contours catch the sun in the show room,
during a hot summer evening
where the only concern is an icecream
how I would like to take my clothes off and curl up in the back seat,
whilst furthering my knowledge regarding your breaking system and safety features

a reply to: tastyrawmeat

Your poem reminded me of Jack Kerouac. It was the car theme.

What kind of sordid business are you on now? I mean, man, whither goest thou? Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?

This reminded me of a guy that used to clean a car dealership. The cars were parked in the showroom. We cleaners weren't supposed to mess with them for any reason. Well, this one guy got into a new Mustang, started it up (yes, they left the keys in the ignition. Dumb but oh well) and started messing around. He ended up driving it through the floor to ceiling window.

a reply to: tastyrawmeat

Brilliant (and shiny) but people may think you are an autosexual.