You know it is deadly,
Composed of gasoline
Burned and unburned;
Passed through a
Catalyst
Unconverted.
(You know it is.)
You know that when you breath
It burns the back of your throat,
Like an unfiltered
Cigarette.
You know all this,
But still it is beautiful
As it splays headlights
Into beams of unholy light;
As it twists around street lamps
Landing gently on the cold
Blacktop,
Smoothing the world with a
Cold, unclean hand.
