how it coulda gone
Leave a commentApril 21 by The Running Son
how it coulda gone
lugnut lost.
no dime a dozen.
but rubberneck detecting
the chug of combustion.
o jees.like just pennyrail stretch me
for the big please, or chainmail spread
steelbelt my big head
under no rubber
or sumthin.
man.sky
spray
steam engine dry friction by piston come
flying, cross! adventing momentum
like jesus
not even
a coin toss.
fumblebumpkin
deadly weapon
by my own spike, lumber
stomping circles maudlin full of water
splash for a momentflash
if arms spread bust
the dike becomese very where
by Jim Aldrich (:
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