... noodling around.
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the axles' hum, the gears that grind
at the turning of the light
lay you down. don't you cry.
give me now the addled rage
the futile hissing of the fires
burning in a cage
the dull echo of the tires
give me now a thousand years
the howling, plant-ly hosts
rising up along the gears
rolling on the backs of ghosts
now that fall has hit the ground
under the bright, high stars
the leaves are falling. lay me down
to the flashing hoods of cars
1 comment:
"give me now the addled rage"
that line caught my fancy instantly.. its a pretty interesting and different kind of poem.. I must say. the title itself is quite unique..
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