Tales · from · my · Head

Pistons pump and wires hum
Gasoline and radium
Industrial fires ever burn
The engine's dials ever turn

People caught beneath the wheels
Struggling to buy their meals
Engines engines click and fire
The hands that fuel them clench and tire

Clockwork steamwork diesel fuel
Each and every modern tool
Meant to give a life of ease
We feed them water, air, and trees

Airplane shuttle home PC
All these things don't set us free
But go back to the Age of Stone?
Leave central heat, leave my cellphone?

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I went to write a poem about machines and it turned into this crappy screed. It's tough to focus on this, since I have two long-term stories on the go. Maybe I'll try to fire off some short fiction as practice, but I'm not sure when I'll find the time.