Smoker 61

Licked fingertips touched to engine block.

"Yep, that's 10W-30.  When is the last time
you changed your oil?"

About 4,388 miles.

"We'll throw one in.  An extra thirty sound good?"

A hex on all of your houses!

"Fifteen is fine.  You can pick it up next Monday.
No one will be in the shop 'til then." 

Okay.  Okay.  I will see you then.

"I don't have a lighter."

Right.  Yes.  Can't smoke in here. 
Monday!  I will call.

Start Up Chime

Immolate.

Call and response to knuckles and jaw bone.
Test focus.  Ring.  Bawl.

Each link along the armor suited
bundle
from thighs to base of skull.  Ring.  Howl.

Turn and pull flexors tied from
hip fronts to arm pits.
Ring.  Gnaw

joints within reach of lips and teeth.
Feel the response call.

Knit eyebrows and
wiggle thumbs.  Remember pinkey toes.

Pull and push
imaginary obstacles.

Thrush and trill the part of tongue
that doesn't get used very much.

Remember they're there.
Adrenaline is a thing to be used sparingly.
Remember its there too.

Press on
the two bones that make up the links to your paws.
They're there too.

When the song is complete
each part makes up the beginnings of an end.

Where it is - can not be known.

Hit

First meetings and I want to know everything
that makes you different.
Worry war
for all four
all fall down.

Stumped and charmed with
your "I know your confusedish"
wry
smile.
Can I compose an excuse to meet with your
guillotine?

Planets and stars and
large spaces of curtains of gases
and claws and was that a wink
from beneath eyebrows
or a glint
of a guillotine?



A wash and do not be upset.
Lives to live.
Be let in.
Walk across. 
The only blade is the one inside of your head.

Valentines Day

After Elastica's "Miami Nice"

I want to make you run.
I am.
Powered by a sun,
a system,
cased in ice.
Caged for reason.  Caught in perpetual collision.
Run run run.
Run run run.
Run run run.