Short Hulks Poems

The Drive
I see the ghost-like hulks
Ready to cough into action
To move the heavy earth
Ere the misty air of morning brightens

But now it is with the night we move
The car and I
The road pulls and stretches 
As our wheels grind it underneath

We pass with a low growl
Now a smooth ahhh
Now a vlit vlit vlit
Hurtling through the dark hours
 
Red lights tearing at the tarmac
Memories of a rave tuned passage 
The blank lights find a path through the night
Taking me away from home...

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