running on and on and on and on and on

the car was left running on and on and on and on. the motor turned over and over and over and over again. the key was left hanging in the swinging door. backwashed and mint filled, the bride walked over the bridge without a stepladder or a present to present to all her guests. stopped and bewildered, there she stood on the edge of the river. that pierced, whining-necklaced bobble-headed bitch. meaningless and stupid, stooped in the cabinet with the rest of the rejected implements and returned layaway items. nothing meant more to her than the sadness sealed from the modern made maple mad man. none more sorry than her no less. all this while the car rumbled and bucked like a rogue tossed from his 14th century stallion.