I imagined everything about you.
You are vintage and you are beautiful in such a transient way.
Your primary colours and your ailing parts.
because under all your shitty lil’ scraps bloom real genius.
diesel driven. un-plagiarized. no-do-good.
I can see war inside of you;
watched you berate my philosophies with a smile.
You are warm like a sunburn all over my tired body.
Peeking through eyes half closed-
You are day before darkness, and back again
I can feel the exhilaration of my thumb on your trigger;
the tremor in the airframe.
I’ve seen you move with sad grace. Ever slightly off sync.
I’ve seen you lay as still as a motley mosaic.
I’ve heard you growl foreign sounds above all the bleating lambs.
Where your oxygen startles me right and true.
I imagined everything about you…