Eyes are filled
With platinum dreams.
Flesh is brazed with copper lust.
Pride is of
A burnished hue,
And what are you?
But an emissary
Of blazoned rust
And fractured steel,
Moving to the beat
Of a driving wheel.
Now comes the curve.
What will you do?
Bodies swerve...
Tires squeal...
And you?
(1993)
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