Memory play

On the highway hitting high speed,

I like the break of engine just before the car begins to shake,

take corners too fast,

talk to your ghost,

Think, whatever happened to the way that things could be?

Tell me if you mind the smell of smoke.
Sparks shoot from the glowing end, and I turn off the music,

Try to concentrate,

15-12-15, numbers in succession that work out leftright left,

The distance between each turn reminding me of worlds that could exist

At every stop.

For twenty-two miles I heard

The story of a car,

And found what it means to drink a voice.

I could feel the alcohol take hold,

Answered you when you were gone,

Felt every moment become a shudder,

A whisper of affection.