I got lazy already and searched my poetry folder...

This poem was an assignment for a poetry workshop I did at Carleton last semester. We were supposed to write a poem about seduction. Unfortunately (or maybe not), I've never been seduced by a woman before, which I think the teacher had in mind. But I have been seduced by an automobile. This poem is dedicated to the car sitting stagnant in my mom's garage right now.

1986 BMW 325e

Induce

me with steel

memories of burning rubber.

These mechanical connections

are blowing my

mind.

Six

inline cylinders

driving the rear wheels.

Loose shift linkages make

my right hand

seek.

Find

the perfect line

into the apex then out wide.

Grip the wheel tight, downshift

feel the torque

push.

Slip

gravel powerslide

counter-steer to keep her straight.

I feel the growl of natural

aspiration, nothing

forced.

Ignite

injected fuel

empowering this love affair.

Eject exhaust with a song

for all to be

induced.

Colin and Co.