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Footprints, Gravel, & Freeways

            
           
           
           
Breathing thick viscosity          
tonight              
wondering          
if oxygen molecule              
O              
can be multiplied six times    
O6              
or are two little atoms all              
we really choke up         
O2              
plastic lungs      
in brown              
paper              
bags              
gripping finger-nails              
into leather arm rests              
of three seater              
couches              
in dark      
sitting rooms          
             
The freeway is busy tonight              
a Ducatti              
took front wheels to the wind              
leaving orgasmic smoke              
in headlights              
of suburban              
family              
cars              
driving            
Wayz               
to the opera              
             
It reminds me of              
being seven          
strapped to              
a luggage rack              
of grandad's rebuilt            
silver Vesper            
puffing and jerking              
along old-gravel-roads              
singing            
"Grandma's feather bed"              
-harmonising             
wind blowing hair              
while arms knitted themselves              
in ribs;          
knots of love              
burying fear in potholes              
             
It's raining              
enough godly tears              
to fill an Olympic              
swimming pool              
My eyes            
staring at the              
Android screen              
can't tell you              
what I'm reading              
A mind              
walking through              
history and present              
           
Learning to breathe              
custard              
ventilated              
through              
our moment              
in misty              
rising              
gases              
leaving            
one            
more              
muddy              
footprint              
in the new              
first-day              
of forever              
             
             
-x-            
             
             
             
             
 
Written by RevolutionAL (Alistair Plint)
Published | Edited 12th Apr 2022
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