The Sound of Cars

The sound of cars around the walls is
a wave that swells and drones and
\ misfire bang turbo brake squeal
drone \ drugs all meaning to sleep
the sound of cars on another street
is the dirty bed with kicked-off sheets
in the dirty room where the poet
\ all day night all day no more \
sound of cars inside his dreams is
the drone of dead voices under
\ walls in stone walls mud walls
in wood \ dead dream of cars
the dead dream of cars and
the blow job she gave him was
the feel of the seat against his
bare skin the smell of hot car
when they opened the door was the rain
down the glass the window unrolled
so she wouldn't feel sick she felt sick
with the wind whip her face and her hair
\ thighs feel her mouth wet so
strange first \ time now \ married \
time no more time just her hair
spilling down and the sun on his lap
as he drove through the fields
and the sun made him sweat and the
poet rolls \ world crease time torn \
poet rolls \ sound cars no \
drone \ dead \ petrol smell queasy
and the veins on dad's hand
on the gearstick she gazed at the
fields in the sun \ joy \ stab of his joy in
the dark in her mouth that moment that
\ thirty five years of the same traffic jam
on the same road to work and the rain
on the road the tyres \ loud \
self \ apart \ fall apart fall away
into sleep into death where the world's
\ blood glass road \ tongue on her tongue fingers
\ red horror \ over all over \ young so \
eyes open wide at the window
watch the fields and the pylons and the
sheep whipping by make a world in her head
made of light made of \ smash \
beads of glass blood \ kissing so slowly
in the car by the beach \ sound of the
sea is the \ poet rolls
\ worlds other \ hearts in his dreams
he's not there he's alive in his death
in the rain in the love in the dark
and the drink and the drugs and the love
in their veins in the car \ crash no
scream too fast \ glass \ stroke \
suck her \ suck \ hair stuck to her face by
the wind and the window rolled down
the world half-remembered half-formed
made of light made of glass and her face
gazing out her huge eyes the huge
\ scream \ no \ scream too fast \ police traffic
cones blood beads of glass on the road
and her tongue on his tongue \ drug
of their love in the dark all alone
it's his love not his love it's the surge
of their joy and the cliff of their grief
and the tears on her cheek on his lips
he's alive when he's \ crash \
no rev \ drone \ sound of \ drone \
sound of \ around the walls \
when he's \ and the dead \ drone \ alive
in his dreams \ sound \ drone \ cars \
glass through \ voice \ sirens \ the
sound of cars around the walls is a wave
that swells and drones and falls.