Automatic Transmission

Cromwell Road littered with omniscient stars made of whirling matchsticks

The car filled with rags soaked in the ocean.

I soak in the ocean.

Automatic transmission

World without end

Shift into paradise.

Flee without a sound –

Rags soaked in the ocean

Almost touch a thicket

Omniscient stars above Cromwell Road

Murmur your name.

I murmur your name.

Automatic transmission

World without end

Shift into paradise.

Rags soaked in the ocean

Salted beneath the omniscient flame

Who’s to blame?

The car reflects metallic blue 

Matchsticks burn like birthday candles –

Flee without a sound.

I flee without a sound.

Automatic transmission

World without end

Shift into paradise.