for Dodge Dartre
  In my journey to the end of the night, I must rely not only on the 
  dialectical paths of reason.  I must have a good solid automobile,
  one that eschews the futile trappings of worldly ennui and asks for 
  only the most basic maintenance.  My _Dodge Dartre_ offers me this basic 
  solace, and as interior parts fall off I am struck by the realisation 
  of their pointlessness.  I may not know if the window is up or down.
  It is of no consequence.