May 21, 1984 5:20 p.m. The decade of the Eighties Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri


Piston Love


Everytime they make it its just Piston Love
Feel alive overdrive Piston Love
Rocket jet don't come not yet
Drop a note forget to float
It's Piston Love

Automatic gears turn
Up and down oil to burn
Lubricate no time to waste
Every time they make it its just Piston Love

Everyone I meet's involved in Piston Love
Over out smile don't pout Piston Love
Eager eyes synchronous sighs
Look at me eyes wide with glee
Its Piston Love

Autoromantic gears mesh
In and out in the flesh
Lifescenario its the way to go
Everyone I meet's involved with Piston Love

What ever happened to romance?
What ever happened to locked liquid eyes?
Was this Piston Love or a missed chance?
Could we ever experience shared sighs?

I want to meet and make it with you
Piston Love
I want to make it up to you
Piston Love
I want to stop the car
Don't want to go that far
But everytime they make it
It's just Piston Love.

1984


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