Have you seen those bullish automobiles
Bearing down as their predatory figures chasing speed
For driver-junked adrenalins; they slope forwardly low
Crouched, just as are their animals, concentratedly.
Have you really looked to notice how so crabbedly
Their drivers hunch, so as to shift a gear
Then pull ahead like tautened tiger-springing?
Observable to riders and pedestrians;
It takes a hold of them as do possesive chunky tyres
Bite greedily the road
A pure blind tense anxiety of identity
Of man (usually of man, but often woman)
And his machine.
A feral team.
And vehicles are designed as such to be as so?
Adapted and atractive and addictive
Consensual with the mental connotations fictive
Of latest heroes/heroines; run pursuivant
Hot in the fast lanes
Amongst their fired brains
Possibly unawares unconscioulsy;
Riding the stallion, goring with the bull,
Blowing away loosed-tresses, negatives from ‘no-go’ days
Released the dream machine to burn off potted octanes
Built manufactured styled designed and made-to-look
The part, the vehicle of one’s heart; a diadem
Or broadsword. All point its lines one-way, and all
Apppointed in one way; so styled to kill; its look
The catcher of allurement; ‘whom I want to be’
‘The kind of drive I want myself to be’
Those forward-sloping flashes, long length of bodywork
Aspire; push passions frontwards, cautions
Behind their backs. Those trucks with monster wheels,
Progenitors, begot this first dry thirst for arrowed thrust
Intensity to be the driver of a car’s temptation.
Once understood a vamp wheeled out across the nation
And Britain smitten ardently in months by jive
Immoderate and laded on the TV screens
‘A man is not a jaguar without a racey car’
– Says Riley.
The new fast-breed of car a fit, exact, with sympathies,
Enacted and impacted by made manners, regimens,
As packaged and delivered as being ‘what the people want’ (sic)
Accompted content media supposes suitable
But a burden led and bled to exponential series
By the good old boys of business buying beers all round
These the market leaders, the day’s bottom-feeders, call all plays
Shove out a fierce and fast deal labelled; ‘irresistible’
Calling the tunes is what they do; lars incontestable;
Since – it’s the darling power their dower they all adore
So what might war-torn vehicle drivers hanker for?
And why were roads not racetracks all the sooner?