She is the stubborn
Machine that roars
Rushing the corner along the wall
Tugging at all fraying sockets
Her sphere bounded by
A short length of wire
Wrapped in rubber
Used to hypothetically hang
One’s proverbial self by the neck
A mechanical wonder
Jittering without fuel or fright
The raging beast gored her
Tusks of copper oozing white and
Teal after a year of rain
23 June 2009
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