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Monday, April 27, 2009

MY MOTOR-FRANKENSTEIN

Long Sleep for years after the second winter
Rusty wake up from the cellar, keller that lighted up the cellar
Connie put it up to max
it felt his heart beatin
beating the dead horse inside

Airways reeked out the toxines
Breathe lifelike and clean from sins
half yard deep in
dope-winner-engine

Broken pump-up bomb oil, "stuck in mud"
It broke my heart the lok at it's mother's arms

a self made engine's fine
My motor-frankenstein

Slumber in a premonitory goodbye
Winter up in a cellar yawning for fly
Parents beg him to stay, recalled by


Dug the grave and we together whispered his name
Death got away with him
my motor-frankenstein

Icy valves, amputateed lungs
more than a cat a pure haart

Start engine!, motor hum lullaby
sleep my son you won't be alone
at the friedhof where flew your soul.

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