And Your Mama Can Hold The Wrench

hot as the exploding asphalt
that combusts the road in our vicinity
stranded in a steaming butimus sea
road rage boils up inside of me
stuck in traffic, no stinking way out
windows wide open
tongue hanging out
bottling the urge to climb on my jeep roof
and shout
"Damn you incompetent soon to be dead mechanic
curse your greasy hide to garage hell
were all the tools are metric
and you cannot escape
by an emissions suicide!"

*dedicated to Riv and her ability to attract the shirtless hotties to offer assistance