Short Sprockets Poems

piano rocket
jazzy orchestra sprockets

no electric guitar
no electrical sockets

careful where you dance
might get hit with a lover's locket

no security here
no need to empty your pockets
bumping to trumpet prophets...

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O' woe, begone betwixt machine,
Breathe clowns galore this Halloween,
Lay tricks played game, device for fools,
Be sprockets, chains, and things learn I,
What need be fixed, of me, they vie,
Deny me naught borne bag of tools.


2019 October 21...

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In the space between the moments
Myriad eternities merge,
They come like dreams
    on whispered interludes
          between seeding and
                       blooms,
As a tender touch of dew
       at dawn,
With a lightness of
        just dried butterfly wings.

Then the time between the pictures,
Before the sprockets fill,
Here lie thoughts beyond the number
As dreams whispering....

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We are the body heat
of an endangered species,
the shattered hammer and forge
of an archaic workshop.
Gone are the rhymes and chimes,
gone all reason to be,
gone the prophet, saint or devil,
now we drive
to the far side of a town,
one we have never visited,
just to scratch upon a nameless wall.
Words confound us,
spellbound we tinker
with the Daedalian keys,
sprockets and gears
of an incalculable machine,
not seeking answers,
nor questioning why,
but only how....

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