i don't care if it doesn't makes sense
i'm sick of soft images
shards
^
semi hauling re-bar reinforced concrete beams
down interstate five, los angles bound
ten pounds of galvanized decking nails
compressor driven nailer at the vineyard
six ngk iridium-tipped spark plugs
lined up on the fender of colin's pick-up
metric-set, ratchet, wrenches
coffee in a stanley thermos
duke ellington's brass section
playing sevenths, elevenths, thirteenths
hemostats, sutures, luer-lock needles, splints
in a stainless steel and polished lineoleum e.r., waiting
colin wiping blood on his jeans
from his skinned knuckle
not even a fuck
he's steady, i'm learning
^
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2016-01-20 at 23:26
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