It's not so much the macho intent
The puncture of heels in wheels
It's not a strong song of stony heat
Simply patterned after paternal needs
These are not heaps or helpings
Gathered in short circles or courts
This is not a fire pit of principle
Nor any foundation breaking flam
These beats and measures are musty
Treated with water-lock or wiped down well
They are advancing the advice
Left caveside by crackled flint rock
Charred branches or bones
After the obsidian is priced and pilfered
These are acrimonious avenues
To ride bikes on, barely
But still there are wagon wheels
On the sides of every roadside restaurant
Neither warning of warmth lost
Nor suspending disbelief in dire straightaways
--
5.28.13
The puncture of heels in wheels
It's not a strong song of stony heat
Simply patterned after paternal needs
These are not heaps or helpings
Gathered in short circles or courts
This is not a fire pit of principle
Nor any foundation breaking flam
These beats and measures are musty
Treated with water-lock or wiped down well
They are advancing the advice
Left caveside by crackled flint rock
Charred branches or bones
After the obsidian is priced and pilfered
These are acrimonious avenues
To ride bikes on, barely
But still there are wagon wheels
On the sides of every roadside restaurant
Neither warning of warmth lost
Nor suspending disbelief in dire straightaways
--
5.28.13
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