Sparks crack stars, black
as aardvark abysses, and
art. Arcs trap brash BMWs,
as drag wasps snarl at fast,
craft flaws. Warmth gnaws
at catalysts, snaps at cars’
last mark: Saharan strata
drafts. Crash-clad, A5
bawls at shanty byways, all
caravans and hay carts.
Lazy rays gray; a flash day.
Cars halt at last, as stray
stars fly, and fall, far away.