Sheet metal, like white silk whipped away in a sea gale.
Sheet metal, like glass dribbling from the lips of a polished glans.
Sheet metal, like malice poured from the heart of the black god of pestilence.
Sheet metal, like marrow drawn from the veins of Mt. St. Helen's bones.
Sheet metal, like purpose forged on Fujiyama by a contemplative hammer's blow.
Sheet metal, like a tapestry in the weaver’s dens of Hell’s neglected corner shops.
Sheet metal, like arrogance marching lock step on foreign shores.
Sheet metal, like tanned hills, sprinting to the cliff faces of the Atlantic.
Sheet metal, like sunlight turned and cradled between unwet breasts.
Sheet metal, like the pounding heart of an iridescent and midnight city.
Sheet metal, like the cobblestone path, moss broken, beside a brook.
Sheet metal, like pages torn from books unwritten.
