All the tools I’m afraid to use Custom built Hardware I machined them Worked with them So beautiful and So personal That I’m afraid Of breaking them Each seems so fragile In my hand So thin and Ergonomically slick Inner workings Heavy and intently Needing to be Manipulated In order to use Yet being soContinue reading “Shattermoon”
Skullsplitter Falling down Onto a Linoleum floor, Can feel the Cold tile Reach through The scalp. Tough masonry Scrapes bone With no mercy. Ice crushes Through Warmth. Shocked Unconscious. Laid out Icy tile Holding, Lulling To sleep.
Breakage Clank Of the lever. Clatter Of quick sever Through the transmission Of the mission. An inhalation of breath, Strapping missiles In flight, seeking heat And speeding towards A guided destination. Braced in the atmosphere, Fuselage is gilded clear To pump gasoline Through a turbine In fourth gear. Metallic smoke curls Behind a chemtrail ofContinue reading “Breakage”