Machines churned, today was the day of
long over looked, an oily rag of
inherited paternalship stuffed here
there. An ill-
fitting beating of a screw into an area of a plate
was meant for none. Gears grinded on metal.
Abused squealings of
valves and pipes rattled
the earth with their tortured release.
Among these machines, buzzing engineers and
monitored. With lizard fists they jabbed
pencils into holes, wood
gears, and finally coal
into the forced mouths of these
machines were made for working
with new fuel. Heat and
explosions shook the room. This coal was
would be their mirror.
Very few survived the climax.
Such an orgy is becoming
What is natural is a mirror of -
-we were taught....
If you took a lemon, and squeezed
Into a cup of water. They would mix
If you took a cup of
And removed the
Then squeezed the
Painted walls express the emotions they are
in. Snakes, we paint the walls with our tongues
Dripping with our