Poem Of The Week 'Carborator' by Ronan Deevy
Chevrolet, Mustang, Capri, Mazeratti, Ferrari , Bentley, Mercedes, Volkswagen, GTO,
Mitsubishi, Nissan, Tranz-Am, Lamborghini,
Lincoln, B.M.W, Cortina, Cabriolet, Coupe.
Yes, it's always all about pure power.
Triple webber overhead carbs and variable valve timing, digitally monitored fuel injection,
direct nitrous oxcide port injected V6
with a hand made stainless steel side exit exhaust.
If only...If only I had my way
I would have a car.
I would have the car to end all cars
it would be called the ' Christ what the hell is that ' car,
it would stand one hundred and thirteen story's high
with tyres the size of Rael Madrid stadium.
It would be powered by Three-Mile Island
and it would have entire villages aboard.
It would be able to do a trillion miles a minuet.
It would also have a little sign on the back window
informing potential tailgaters that my other car is an Orion System.
It would be its own country.
Building it would use up every single world wide resource
including gold, coal, steel, iron, diamonds, oil, gas,
Aluminium, hotels and flags...
Flags sticking out of it everywhere to represent all the different nationalities
that lost their lives during construction.
But until I become the, all being , master of time, space and dimensions,
until the car ' Christ what the hell is that ' prohibition ends
I'll just have to settle for my bicycle.
Ronan Deevy is a performance poet from Limerick City