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 |   I shine now, though the laws of physics cannot explain reversal for a former dwarf star. |
Come Again? Red cloth wiping SAE grades Perpetually from thick hands, Your crude-smudged jumper frayed By snagging obstacles -- Worn by the pavement Where laid, body splayed. Your eyes dense contemplate Formings of my mouth -- Reconstruct the words Orally displayed, converted From a restricted vocabulary With a particular set of functions Into empty lines, rig up -- Hoist sentences on a mental rack, Assembling those lines into Ideas I have portrayed. Mindless hands washed of Remaining grime, In a bath of reusable gasoline; Dispensed by your creased leather From the steel pedal. Back turned to the wordsmith Who hears your silence In the dim garage Where repairs are made, I understand a life with hands Laboring to link universal parts. I’m a Ford retrofitted from parts With metrical measurements. Disengage the transmission, As you ready your mind To talk to me in words I must comprehend. Checks not accepted, My Visa will be okay. I told Sherri Gibson once I wanted to write poetry metaphorically linked with my love of cars. I never did because she said she didn’t think she would enjoy it. Need to consider Convert/retrofit, central to theme. GLOSSARY (Not that I need to): SAE - typication of oil Jumper - one piece mechanic attire 'Rig up,' 'hoist,' 'rack' - Mechanical car lift at garage 'Universal' - parts that are used in everything 'Retrofit' - replacement parts adapted to fit for function |
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