tonyv Posted May 18, 2009 Share Posted May 18, 2009 No cold or snow can choke it. Like a slug, a hot hollow-point fixed upon a course to make a mess of flesh, it lacks remorse and empathy for pimps, who pitch and plug its oily wares as chattel on a bourse; and like that animal on ferrous wheels, a locomotive on a tour de force, when it derails, it neither thinks nor feels. Odious smoke and endless tones abound. These gears and pumps, once idle, are now strong, greased, and primed for any job. Their sound, to some cacophony, to others song, will boost in sweetness and imbue with light all that is acrid and immersed in night. Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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