was
the fuel
that
made our engine go
and
it was
the
rocket grade stuff
driving
pistons
rods
and
lifters
with
reasonable efficiency
and
ain't that what sex is?
tiny
explosions
and
the mitigation of friction
the
transfer of energy through
intake
compression
ignition
and
exhaust
and
I bet we looked like
a
harebrained clockwork
two
fledglings
a
pair of not quite men
pumping
and
chugging and chuffing
under
childrens' sheets
The
Dukes Of Hazzard
of
hazard
I
recall smelling
our
carbon based
emissions
diesel
soot
you
could almost see
on
the walls
scent
you could
spread
on toast
by
sticking a butter knife
into
the open room
like
fossil fuels
it
was a powerful revolution
but
alas
unsustainable
and
the pollution
the
shame and dinged pride
of
unmet expectations
soon
conspired with time
to
gum and seize
our
comely contraption
our
infernal combustion

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