Miracle Car

By Sam Bisbee

On Vehicle

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You corner like a miracle car

Everywhere I look you are

Above the earth, below the stars

I'd call this love if I could see that far

Wrapped up in your plastic suit

Dancing in your rubber boots

Don't you know you can pollute me?

Pollute me

You spin me like a merry-go-round

Always up, always down

Definately silence, definately sound

Hundred percent, pound for pound

Sheets of solid green velour

Mirrored ceilings, mirrored floor

Don't you know I've been waiting for you

To pollute me

Your slasher film, you terrify

Your love story, you death-defy

Your shoot-'em-up, your cold drive-by

You're a tragedy, laugh till I cry

Sense-surround porno queen

High-definition poetry

And I only want to screen you

So pollute me