The Parking Garage

What if "form follows function" went too far?
Say, like take my parking garage. It seems
To inhale all of these exhausted cars
And then stacks them on levels A to Z.

How "Bauhaus," in endless suburban sprawl.
Its Elevators speak mechanically:
"Elevator up." "Elevator down." All
So blind drivers feel no inadequacy?

This form is not born from a "designer's fire."
My key on level Z, which I can't find,
Made the locks, like the roads make the tire.
Is this form and function born from our mind?

Yes, and like a lover's arms, this edifice,
Cradles my engine in its man made space.