machina

crunching metal is my beating heart
blasting like scat-filled cartridges
from this double barrel gauge of 12
or maybe 16?
bigger is not always better
like clanging bats on balls that have enough bass
to make themselves heard
a single piston pumping in this non metallic cage
steam billows from orifices
placed so artistically on my face

im pissed

Like a wrecking ball i am swinging
high and free
creaking with laughter
as i pummel the facade of fallacy
i am that crane, craning to touch God
blasting torches cutting like
tight-rope walking barbers

can you balance?

as these blinding lights
sear in their mark
and leave me smelling of burnt metal
the clock on the wall ticks one last time
as cards punch in and out
like a revolving door, or skirt
of the broken woman that sits on parramore

is she alone?

like chevy ford and dodge,
we are all good trucks
but its the drivers who crack our engine heads
as our rpms are pushed into red
we squeal beneath the pressure
as that ever familiar smell wafts into our cab

the smell of life going to fast for too many

glass flies in shatters
as hearts fly from open chests
with lives lying in tattered flags,
waving from the windows
of patriarchs
who still want to believe

i want to believe too

but like ice melting on glass warming
i am filled with carbon monoxide that makes
my smiles fade
for the spring of the song bird
has changed into a clash of the titans
with screaming fans their drink
intoxication is filling the ranks
and i am left wondering

can you hear my rhythm?

i am that slow beating drum
with that slight metal clang
to let you know
im not all natural
i wasnt something else before
i was made to make this noise
and like trumpets blaring in
beautiful defiance

i will be defiant

as the hammer clicks
the pin fires and in a blast of beauty
comprised of powdered gunnery
i am sailing through the air towards
cities in the inner

i believe
i believe
i believe in you...