Ode to the McLaren 675LT

The only thing more ostentatious than parking a $350k supercar in your garage is commissioning poetry about it. So I did.

byChris CantleDec 28, 2015 11:14 PM
Ode to the McLaren 675LT
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Topacio Althaus is a thing that happens and grows and flourishes in Los Angeles like a rumor or a stereotype. She’s a poet. A singer-slash-songwriter. A barista. A reliably clever morning conversation, quality banter from the other side of an espresso machine. She could exist anywhere, but makes a hell of a lot of sense here. And she serves up caffeine in one of L.A.’s rare middle-class neighborhoods, right around the corner from my garage, which is stuffed full of McLaren 675LT. Pecked out on an old-fashioned typewriter, this was her response to seeing that $350,000 supercar for the first time.

Ode to the McLaren

to transport our bodies

inside cars we adorn

with green sheens &

a carbon fiber worn to

battle weather, like some

swarm of a ten thousand

feather storm, as she

consumes our form, like

a child within a womb,

with her slightly curves

we use to swerve around

mountain turns

which smooth out our

nerves, as we

listen intently to

the burly beast

who lurks within the

engine, swiftly climb-

ing to reach the

destination,

even if

just to visit

the nearest gas station,

for we have

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taken her out to be

seen, 

we have taken her out

to succumb to the

beauty of

machine,

as we slowly

inch

her out of the

guts of

our cluttered

garage.

-topacio

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