listening to: "car wheels on a gravel road" - lucinda williams
sometimes, when i'm driving home late at night, coyotes run across the road. i think they're trying to tell me: we're in on a secret.
machinery.
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i am driving this beast, with
joints and levers, fluids, bones.
we smash so easily, come
apart, leak, choke.
and what then, when the tackle
falls to pieces, ...
2 months ago
1 comments:
I liked the way cider moves. More posts would be good. I like the metaphor. My thing, I guess.
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