Sometimes I want some machinery
High swirl, direct injection, four-hundred
pounds of torque, four hundred kilowatts, nine thousand
revolutions, twincharged, ethanol/methanol
perhaps it’s an espresso maker with a wand
that froths the milk to 160 degrees in 2.8 seconds
perhaps it’s a necktie, a muffler atop pinstripes,
that quiets the growling hairy chest underneath
perhaps it’s a disposable razor tuned so manly sharp
there’s no need to upholster the face with perfumy foams
perhaps it’s a new hot water heater, installed for the in-laws,
instantly igniting with a smooth turn of the tap
perhaps it’s spectacles, but not ordinary bifocals, racing
bifocals with titanium rims that outpace the competition
at the supermarket,
new calfskin gloves shuffle-steering the casters
wheel-to-wheel
to the last package of tonight’s markdown meat.
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Awesome
Wow– A great poem– loved it