a love song for my favourite machine

melancholy streets reflect
these heavens that
incessantly
pour
grey


oh baby, do you want to fly the streets of new york
auckland
tonight?




interpol's impostor's guitars swirl
their angular knives
carve out straight
lines

tyres cry

your engine roars your

turbos don't fail me


we soar away
from this sleeping world





it's just you
and
me



and no one else
to
understand



thank you supra