MY DREAMED PORSCHE

 

parked outside in the cold without fear 

carelessly tilted in a corner without care

it’s grip all rugged and dirty

 our hands looking hard and unhealthy 

we are the master of this game 

our speeds undoubted when we switch lanes 

our smooth transitions when maneuver 

hands on the break so we don’t get ran over 

sweats dripping hard and widely bloody 

our hands cleaning it despite its muddy 

we smile at ourselves when we charge 

we sure conquer the whole street at large 

my hands, stained and soiled

my breath, heavy and forced 

we’re all feeling fulfilled in this Gran Tourismo

this is the best version of childhood we all know 

@talk2leigh

6:30pm

16 Feb 2023