Friday, May 25, 2012

The Industrial Revolution Finally Expresses Itself

thank god
your car screams
when you set off the alarm
from outside it
grey shadows chase in its intestines
dreams of wrought iron cough out of its grillwork
agony propels behind its blinded headlights
unlike blood
unlike phlegm
unlike flesh that knows to feed itself
this is metal
we use
to transport ourselves
that needs a kick
from outside
in order to say anything at all
from Twisted History (1999)

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