Friday, February 6, 2009

music to die from

music to die from

Up on green mountain
I hear the music
of the gasoline instrument
that sputters perfume
to melt my skin

They come like the gusts of misty air
around the bends
through the cloud covered hills
gently caressing my internal
combustion chamber

Originally written 1/10/2004 in Costa Rica.
It is hard to escape diesel fumes on mountain roads.

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