Piston Poems - Poems about Piston

... In Battery Point, two centuries stayed Settlers’ cottage, compact, sandstone stoic Paired attic windows see civility made From grim past pioneering treachery awoke ......Read the rest...

...We drag our ships over shapeless rock and sleep in color this night under lips of blue hemmed shut by the cold the gutting silence rising to devour ......Read the rest...

...Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night In my ramshackle torn straw old bed The mice are chewing my toes And the bedbugs bite Elephants dancing in my head I think to myself "It's not ......Read the rest...

...When every conceivable fetish has been entertained What is left to satisfy? When every want Has been had Where do we find the next fad? When every way to pop your cork has been done What is lef......Read the rest...

...He is cranking up the old rusty engine again, but all that work is in vain, sweat is running from his anxious face and grease is spilling all over the place. There he goes again with his tool bag and......Read the rest...

...Nigel likes to talk about planes And trains and motorbikes. He has a few friends Who like the same. I say to him: "Why does the piston go up and down?" He tells me, But I don't really understan......Read the rest...

...Vroom vroom! The car stops to a halt. Ooh! Dad’s home carrying him varieties of groceries. Broom Broom! I sweep my room, Collecting trash using a dustpan. Alas! The place is clean. Vroom! The dri......Read the rest...

...two boys racing dash, dart, tear airburst in a clearing punched open arms of piston pumping disperse white funnels dandelion fluff curling ......Read the rest...

...Groundswell Of Emotional Blessedness Ebullience exudes from mine every pore courtesy festive mood in the air, thus acknowledgment to the following: thank you All Poetry, COSMOFUNNEL, Faceboo......Read the rest...

...Neon lights outlined stalls in braids of red and green in the dim cavernous hall of the railway station. Muted drum taps of passing feet and crisscross talk were pierced by stabbing announcemen......Read the rest...

...I'm dreamin' of a dry Christmas just like ones I use to know where weathermen announce, all use our bypass where you may go, all clear of night's white snow I'm a deamin' of a dry Christmas, jus......Read the rest...

...You can feel them move through streets Emblazoned with sirens' primary colors, A swatch of fjord's colonial flagship hues Left to slap in the wind of reorderd forms Until sheared into confetti st......Read the rest...

...A day to drive, Coolant sunned, Last leaves scattered, On a pedal-fly, Ignition lust, On mother-piston, Pointed beams like bone fingers, I sit upright alone, Dark storm racing, Lightening s......Read the rest...

...Halo of Life My existence in a hollow core values seething the gear tastes like salt water pool table and chairs for your hand. Take me off for a half did not receive any such nails straight in my c......Read the rest...

...Last Night I Made Love With Spiderwoman Clawlike fingers or are they nails painted bird fell on my windowsill calling my name ‘Felicity, Felicity!’ I gelled up with some cookie dough between the t......Read the rest...