Hello Beast
I've come with tools in hand...
What is it today?!
Perhaps a day of simple grace?
Or do I crawl inside your soul?
I know your job of hell unleashed.
Blasted cast, making dust—
But it's time for you to sit.
Lock out, tag out confirms your fit.
I can't trust you to work a day—to do your job without decay!
You have destroyed my trust.
My mind screams to be released!
Damnation of the mechanic's role...
I cuss, you groan, and spit upon my face.
Today you'll understand!
Today, the beast of metal and trite,
Found the truth in mechanic's might.
He was a mechanic who sold illegal drugs. His nickname was Snowman. There was warmth in his eyes despite his moniker. There wasn’t a high he couldn’t supply or a ride he couldn’t repair. Despite his humble beginnings, time in the penitentiary, Snowman was a genius with machines. A doctorate’s degree in life and machines, only certified by the streets of north Davidson.
snowman eyes of coal
winter life froze carrot nose
gentrified bulldozed
Last night, I dreamt I tried to run away
Til a mechanic —singing— made me stay
Though we never spoke
And then I awoke…
I wonder, what would I say?
Friends told me of some dude they trusted
But left out the part he was lusted
This mechanic, you see
Wanted to work on ME!
And I went home with tailpipe busted
ill never get used to
the numbness that tinges away at everything
every movement
a rusted nusiance
as if the words that make up my reality are too much to bear
there are no creaks
or technical things to tweak
because i am still
unfortunately, a biomechanical thing
instead there are aches
pains
issues that, like the rain
always streaming down my face
struggles to catch the hint and go away
despite my attempted ignorance though
do you think my erosion shows?
These days good cars oddly somersault,
So this jeep you keep ridding of fault
Big cash you shall be getting plus malt;
Journey time I might speed catapult;
Now,alive and kicking,next in vault...
My dear wife won't fancy the result:
Sure to her hit like rudest insult
Today,jeeps could neatly somersault
And I mean the serviced for cursed fault
But their mechanics neatly assault,
Their Goliaths kill with catapult
If you can,you should this bravely halt
Here cars are the meals and you the salt.
- expressing buddhist psychology with the aid of quotes -
'...we are doomed not to know the truth exactly
....(dainin katagri)'
'...new meaning may...be truthfully added,
provided the mind ascend to a more
enveloping point of view.........(william james)'
'....who am i....in the midst of this thought traffic
....(rumi)
'....the smallest particle of time...this is it....
the next instant, it is not so....(shunryu suzuki)
'...a feeling takes hold of...one side of your being
and so distorts you................(rainer maria rilke)
'...kamma is that by which creatures do or act
....(ledi sayadaw)
'....to get enlightened....keep giving up....sense
of the world....that it come to us on its own terms
....(stephen mitchell)
stan sand
man or machine is,
a world of science
man or machine is,
a world of madness
a machine is a mechanic science
a machine is a mechanic madness
mechanic is mechanic of a man or machine
science is a mechanic of man or machine
science is a mechanic of science
vision is visioning man
vision is visioning a machine
vision is visioning a mechanic world
a vision is a mechanic world
a vision is a mechanic science
man or machine,science is a vision of a man
a galaxy is a vision of a galaxy
a galaxy is a vision of man or machine
a galaxy is a vision of a mechanic world
science is a galaxy of a mechanic world
science is a mechanic world man or machine
science is a mechanic world science
The electrician’s pliers
Shields him from live wires
And a final baptism with Satan’s fires.
A mechanic’s spanner
Is his goddamned banner
Dropping him his daily manna.
At the carpenters shop is his treasured hammer
Which begins the entire drama,
Into existence hitting woodwork of Glamour
The judge’s wig
Adds to his being big,
Justice sometimes seeming an election to rig
A poor man’s poor health becomes his curse
And when his wife isn’t a nurse
Continually translates into a dryer of purse.
A doctor is just like a good mechanic but unless your body is broken down, there's no need to panic. Avoid unnecessary trips to a dealership, some diagnostic tests are only a rip. Be an advocate for your own health. You'll save some bucks and add to your wealth. Pay attention to fluids as they hold the key to maintaining the body's integrity. Strive to keep the engine clean, avoid dust and debris and eat mostly green. When feeling sluggish and unable to accelerate, replace those spark plugs, don't just wait. You want the blood to flow free, roto-rooter those arteries. Keep a constant awareness of your gait and just like tires, routinely rotate. Try to maintain an even tread with both your feet until your dead. At 30,60,90, come in for a test but don't tell the doc your mileage, just let him guess.
You got my heart beating at scouring velocity I bet
The colors of your paint job would be Flambeau and desert sunset
You got more juice than a Holley 650 double pump carburetor
As kind and cool as the interior of a 68 continental coach door
Your mouth was built with the precision of a go no go gauge
Your voice the soothing hum of a well-bathed metal lath
With a mind that’s as on point as a floor-mounted drill press
The drafting baton that laid down your lines, curvaceous
Another thing I noticed is you shine brighter than chrome
With the simple yet complex beauty of a geodesic dome
Please don't panic
Like people of Titanic
Because I'm not satanic
But this flattery tactic
Of smiles that are plastic
Turns everything chaotic
Relationships, problematic
An explorer & a mechanic
Called James and Patrick
Lived in the same attic
Both were so charismatic
And so enthusiastic
They embarked on the Atlantic
Leaving their attic
That was so fantastic
Remarks that were so sarcastic
Came flooding to the mechanic
People are never barbaric
Until they instantly turn aquatic
In the middle of the Atlantic
Patrick the mechanic
Realized that his friend was a lunatic
(People are so unpredictable)
Hey !
I want
To borrow
Your motor bike
I'll let you have all the bits back later.
Written 22nd September 2019
Picture number 4.
For make it five poetry contest
Sponsored by Joseph May.
Mechanic
De ja vu.
De ja vu.
Things happen sometimes that have happened before.
Find a way through.
Not all destiny paths lead to the same finale.
Life improves with age, but always slowly, gradually.
I am not as young as I used to be.
I am not the same version of me.
I improve with age, fading every day.
I am not your remedy, but we could find a way.
I self-repair with your care.
I need your help as well.
I know what I need and just like air,
I float along giving life to all who I can tell.
Help me to help you out of your Hell,
So just like you I can repair.
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
He was an old fella in overalls
With a greasy rags hanging out of his pockets all
And his finger nails were bordered in black
From the years fixin’ engines on his back
He worked hard every day
Burnin’ daylight was not his way
And I rolled into town behind a truck
My car givin’ in being out of luck
He took one look at the car
And wiped his hands with a rag so far
With a look of thinkin’ hard and long
“Well give me a couple a hours and I’ll have her purring a song”
So we left him to the work to be done
And went to the town cafe for a meal all along
A few hours later he turned up to the cafe
Again wiping his hands for the grease
Saying, “Mate, Gudday”
“Well I’m not too up on these modern engines
But I fixed it up this time havin’ won again”
So we paid up for the service made
With a smile and another legend making the grade.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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