April 23rd, 2002

Maestro, a little travelling music, please?

My uncle has a country place
that no one knows about
He says it used to be a farm
before the Motor Law

On Sundays, I elude the Eyes
and hop the turbine freight
to far outside the Wire
Where my white-haired uncle waits

Down on his farm, my uncle preserved for me
an old machine. For fifty odd years
to keep it as new has been his
dearest dream

I strip away the old debris
that hides a shining car
A brilliant red Barchetta from a
better vanished time
I fire up the willing engine
responding with a roar
Tires spitting gravel I
commit my weekly crime...


Well, I'm off to register my car. I'll pick up a disposable camera later in the day and get some pictures for you kids.
  • Current Music
    Red Barchetta in my HED
Jigen Daisuke

Been to hell and I spell it, I spell it DMV

Funny thing is, I waited there for exactly 75 minutes (if you know the song) before they told me that the mileage was altered on the title. Sure, because I'd only just written it in at 8AM that morning. So my handwriting is a little sloppy first thing in the morning? I could've told you that.
  • Current Mood
    not angry, not surprised either