Drinking Diesel.
Guzzling Gasoline.
Killing Kerosene.
THIS MACHINE KILLS FASCISTS.
Gunpowder plots,
In staccato.
Arpeggio screams,
Grinding bone to dust.
This frail body,
Cranking out heat.
Or perhaps heat as mere byproduct,
As before.
Tar As Metaphor:
From Void I Came,
To The Void I’ll Return.
From Void I Came, To The Void I’ll Return.
