Shock absorbers don't help,
the axis is broken, the axels are crabbed,
forked up.
No garage can unflex the inflexible,
maintenance cannot be maintained.
Axially speaking, the world
and its billions of video artists
is off kilter.
Social influencers
have sold their souls to the godless
and by god, we are pissed
with just about nothing anymore.
"That's problematic,"
chorus all the blind owls.
my body's a vintage car ~
grace and humor are my shock absorbers
[broken monoku]
Written 14 Nov 2020
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2uqZhnqHMAg
The orchestra strains to be symphonic --- a bee in a tin box.
Cigar smoke thunders, molecules of sound wilt
only to be dialed up through brass lungs.
The combo is quaintly upholstered, a classic sports car
driven by Disney. Outmoded refrains gurgle.
We see the obsolete road ahead, feel the bumps,
the lack of shock absorbers.
The third piano concerto, the romance of the exile.
1940 is pulled from under its Perspex lid, served up
as fresh Prosciutto di Parma consumed in a diner
long derailed.
The mind warps eras, Michelangelo has gone Hollywood,
the 'Creation' sketched on a paper napkin.
Last notes.
Hands too large for tuxedoed minds, stamp
like rhapsodic elephants.
Percussive fingers slam-dunk ivory tusked themes,
Russian bells quake California.
Rolling vespers outgrowing each decade,
times now locked in a recovery CD millimeters thin.
~~~
https://www.thetruthaboutcars.com/2010/10/sergei-rachmaninoff-car-guy-aero-investor/
I grew up with an understanding
that magic lived in a city
of blue lights and coveted sin,
that men were built to be
senseless steel buildings
tall enough to shoulder any storm
but too condescending to shed a tear
they they will continue to be
the knight in shining amour
as long as the darkness
does not fade
and that for as long as you
shall say yes, they will stay
But this woman
is too robust to care
she locked her feelings
in her heart and fed the key
to the furnace
but caring isn't exactly
something you can contain
if it becomes too much
it lurks through the peep holes
and key holes
then finds the next taxi
to the city of magic
and even becomes the demon's
advocate.
So on most days she finds
herself bed strapped
and longing to know him
to breathe his air and maybe even
hear him talk
a whisper out of this man
jubilates her soul and sends
an after shock twitch through her
Now imagine what his touch
can do, but sadly
he wears rubber gloves
with thermal absorbers
and makes him cold
with a fire that glows only
from his eyes...
...she should buy a heater....