Wheels of fury on the drive in screen

An icon
The cosmic woman

Flesh remade as celluloid on the silver screen
Scenes running between the rain drops at break-neck speed
Spears of light reaching out to touch the screen as the sun goes down
In the fume of the night, the stink of gasoline fumes

“She’s got two of everything and some left over”.
Hanging on tight behind the wheel
Burning up the desert in her chariot of fire

She is a Greek goddess
In Japanese form
More than beautiful
Hot as hell and twice as tempting
On an intercept mission
Filled with a wild lust for vengeance
An untamed heart which belongs to no one

Her dread grasp is equally well employed with a160 degree wheel whip
Or employing a deadly, judo sacrifice throw
No innocence in the way she moves those hips
She is a man-eater
A tigress trapped in a projector wheel
Spinning a yarn for cheap thrills