Analog
The sound of grinding curbs as you badly steer
Your two tonne movable living room on wheels (your car)
Is deeply horrible if you cannot blame some other cunt for your bad driving
So the cure is here, and made well for everyone to regard
If your car is home in motion away from home
Then make it so. Fuck off the plastic esplanade of dials and moulded promontories hiding airbags about to burst in your face
Instead consider a table lamp, an ethnic throw rug, perhaps the welcome scented glow
Of candles lit below your windscreen
Think of the backseats as the lantern lit garden you don’t have
Your car is your home, not your penis