Pistons Poems - Poems about Pistons

Brain Dead Airhead Co-Ed

...So, stranded on Framingham Turnpike,
I walked from the corpse of my Vette
(Unsure just what gasoline burns like),
as far as my high heels could get.

The tow trucker guy got my blood up,
his bi...

Seed

...Days have gone by since the moon passes through the sky
I thought it was going to rain but it was just a little drizzle beating against my window pane and the stars move swiftly beneath the cushion ...

Steampunk

...In the copper-clad cradle of time
where gears whir fugues to forgotten dreams.....
the fog—a somnolent specter—drifts.....
veiling the calculus of progress
a manuscript etched by steam and soot.
...

The Labyrinth and the Gardener

...A pondering of multiple raindrops from a detrimental storm onto the empty fields, crashing into them as hard and loud as clashing metals. The depth and existence of love weighs over any deprivation a...

M4

...M4

Lightweight—
“You are so skinny, Trainee!
You’ll never be a soldier.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, tightly,
each word heavier than steel.

Magazine-fed—
“You need to eat something, son.
He i...

Victorious flirtatious foreplay

...Victorious flirtatious foreplay

I awoke early - now my body will sleep,
though thoughts rise like the Azores
of snuggling next to such an adorable atomic
bombshell of a beauty - boars
into my ...

MAELSTROM II

...

In the maelstrom…

Black inferno machines are one.
In the belly of the maelstrom, they rise,
And nothing is compromised
Black inferno machine
Shadows against the night,
Engines of hunger, ...

The Postmodernist Exhibition

...
Last night's storm
has left its artwork on the beach,
a postmodernist exhibition 
of brown seaweed strewn in clumps 
like hair on a barbershop floor,
broken seashells 
and a fallen rainbow of...

Mother Said

...Mother said to carry Dad's little green luggage,
Godzilla my foe, I can do a step not a hundred,
Mother said to put in you--that, it's all bronzed,
Ugh, zip-phew Godzilla you stink your breadth.
...

The Marathon of Life

...In the marathon of life, we run with grit,
    In the sprint of moments, we dash with grace.
    In the relay of generations, we pass the baton.
Our legs pump like pistons, hearts our engines,
Ou...

The Horse Rider

...An expert rider, a solid horse, what greater pals can there be?
To stretch the land amongst the hills, to charge past the wind and be free.

The horse's hooves slam to the earth like an auto's fie...

The Aviators' Alphabet

...A is for Airspeed who graduated from Oxford
   B is for Bristol with their whispering giants
C is for Convair and Canadair also
   B recalls Boulton-Paul who built many Defiants.

D for De Havil...

triptych

...Hydraulic system, heart made of pistons
Every co-ordinated mechanical manoeuvre
My heart served to you on a platter, your hors d'oeuvre
I look into your eyes, a deplorable disguise
Retina...

Driving in the Snow with One Windshield Wiper

...Diagonal snow
Glides effortless through
the countryside of the
Amputee windshield
For the passenger side
Has always had a reticent view

Steam rises loftily
From a topless treat
Of gas stati...

The Forgiven

...Held captive and caged
in a tin shed,
an old steam train sulks
in its own stillness, a relic
from another age.
Its skin is cold and hard
and has the smell 
of vintage grease. 

The fire that...

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