Tuesday, July 28, 2009

mental mechanics

when the cells have collected rust
and the spokes are sputtering
scraping and coughing
when the screws start to loosen
from their tight twists of contempt
and my lungs rattle out breaths
like old freight trains that i must believe in
i wonder if i will look into my eyes
polluted with experience
and decide that it was worth it.

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