deepundergroundpoetry.com

My Girl

She was a big block
Four-fifty-four
And when I put my boot into her
She screamed like a fucking whore
When I put my foot down
Flat to the sticky floor
She opened up
And gave it to me more
 
Her cold clean steel
Was now dirty for sure
All grease and lube
And hotter than hell
Such sweet smoke
A smell that I knew
Only too well
And it stank real good
Of gas and tar
And petroleum jell
 
Yeah she jerked me off
And dragged my arse down
Burned my rubber rings
And we were away
Gone baby
Like spit in the dust
She threw me and blew me
Contorting my rust
Man we were so gone
 
Jus’ a couple of marks
Left behind on the road
And a few spots of oil
To say we were there
Meanwhile
A few miles ahead
Jimmy the Sheriff
Was pervin’ in his mirror
Combin’ his stringy hair
Twiddling his knob
To hear what’s been said
 
Then boom baby!
We flew on by
A clown and his witch
Screaming dirt in your eye
He blinks twice
In stockinged disbelief
Twitched once
Adjusts himself
And finds his sneer
 
Shades on, key turns
An’ his good old girl
Sparks into life
All spit and polished
Shiny and sharp
Sure loves his ol’ girl
Better than his kids
More than his wife
Siren on, hat too
 
An’ his Chevy roars
Into day as called
Never let him down once
Never missed never stalled
He gave her a nudge
She sprang to his command
And flew like a dragon
Above the melting sand
 
Her shriek was unholy
And singed every blade of ground
As they hurtled toward their quarry
Breaking dust breaking sound
A speck in the distance
Was all they could see
And that was all they needed
That was their will to be
 
Meanwhile she was easing
After showing me what she could do
Down a gear to cruising
My this bitch aint bad
She growled and gurgled loudly
As I changed her angry mood
Felt her smooth like velvet
Sat back and enjoyed the ride
 
She purred like a baby kitten
And I eased into her glide
A desert sign flashed by us
The white line mapped our path
I felt a certain freedom
The rat-race at our backs
I glimpsed the rear vision
Oh fuck what’s that?
 
Easing over a gentle rise
A flashing light stood out
Then I saw the beast below
Peering through the haze
Bearing down upon us
Like a wild-fire all ablaze
And while my baby cooed along
The haunting image grew
 
It was only then I heard it
A noise I’ve never known
Like a death machine
Fully armed and firing at will
Cool in its magnificence
Menacing and hungry
Moments from the kill
 
I thought I heard my lady
Make a sudden gasp
I probably was mistaken
That was not her style
She was a looker
But she’d done it tough
Cross her at your peril
She don’t mind it rough
 
As I dreamed on
She was at work
Lengthening her stride
Moving up a notch
I liked her fiery belly
And her firm tight clutch
 
She’s brought me back
And focused my mind
I felt their breath
They were right behind
Now I could see him
No great surprise
 
That cocksucker Jimmy
With mirrors for eyes
And his bitching Chevy
With all the fruit
Top loader, roller rockers
Spare tank, all the loot
 
Fuckin’ Jimmy and his
No expense spared
With his shiny badge star
So he don’t feel too scared
I sure hate that prick
But I don’t mind his car
 
She’s a cute three-fifty
Straight, clean and true
But she don’t compare
To my red one tonne ute
Micky Thompsons all ‘round
Full tray, no piddly boot
 
So fuckface is tailin’ me
Droolin’’ in his soup
Confusing aspirations
With abilities
Chicken playin’ rooster
Out of his crazy coop
 
My woman’s had enough by now
Tailgater up her arse
So she eases off
Let’s ‘em think they’ve won
Jimmy licks his slimy lips
As though the deal is done
 
He looks real proud
And cracks that stupid smile
Like he’s king of everything
And I’m just scum
Good for nothing
And destined for his cell
 
I lower my head a little
Like I’m caught and done
His bucky grin is sickening
Despite the expensive veneer
He’s married yeah
But I bet he’s a flaming queer
 
Enough bullshit for her and me
I reach below the dash
Flick the shiny little switch
And set the nitro free
I hear a hiss, feel a kick
Squeal and moan
 
Metal twists and bends
She drops in the knee
The Micky’s spin and grip
She bucks like a brumby
Under a throbbing hood
And says hey babe
I’m loud but I’m good
 
And she sets me a task
To keep her on the straight
She twists like a serpent
No time for a mistake
The diff’s going psycho
And the blower starts to shake
 
She’s whistling like a bullet
And I’m just along for the ride
Only she knows the target
I’m pissing and sweating with pride
I love that satisfied sigh she makes
As she ploughs me into the road
 
And Jimmy’s just a memory
I wish I could see his face
And that silly sick look
Like a goose that’s been cooked
Like a turkey freshly stuffed
Who’s the chook now Jimmy?
And who’s the fuckin’ duck?
 
I turn off the gas
Exit the road
And ease down a track
My four-fifty-four
All satisfied
Like the faithful whore she is
Slow and contented
Back to our shack
Written by Spanker
Published | Edited 1st Apr 2017
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 0 reading list entries 0
comments 0 reads 774
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
COMPETITIONS
Today 4:56am by NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
SPEAKEASY
Today 4:15am by Grace
SPEAKEASY
Today 3:33am by DCLXVI_1989
COMPETITIONS
Today 00:41am by Louismatteo349
SPEAKEASY
Yesterday 11:19pm by Ahavati
POETRY
Yesterday 11:05pm by Grace