300dtd Poem by Nat Z. Punx

pearl, she bangs
five times
every seven hundred and twenty degrees
sitting at the stoplight
hearing the ghetto sprite chatter
from the neighboring car
it's a oiler
is it cammy? is it cammy?
it's a oiler
pearl squeezes five times
22: 1 every four spins
and forever spins
pulling away at the change of the light
she clatters into a silky silence
4500 pounds
of chiseled german ingot
sliming and smoking it's way
into rust