Listening
to dreams
Torero's doesn't weep.
He
turns away
from the sound.
A resolute man,
Torero has
always
been
decisive and
decided about what
needs to be done.
#
His job title
Mechanica Man
means
tuning in to
the sounds
of
the world beyond
the paradise
wall.
He listens for
the cough
of
a motor yielding,
hearkens to
the
sound of brakes
screeching, giving
way
as the road
slides down
into
the balance between
life and
death.
It is often
death for
the
machine.
And the
abyss claims the
carcass
of discarded
bodies, some still
shiny and new
gleaming chrome
and
sweet-smelling leather everywhere.
From this
Torero's
calculating eye sees
the body
they
can put together.
Already he
knows
what form can
be pulled
from
resilience.
He knows
what shapes hide
within the curved
contours of
bumpers
doors
sweet and
dark secretive undercarriages.
#
For all his
years and
expertise
he has never
found a
one
to compare to
her who
lives
her life of
lonely happiness
beyond
the wall that
keeps them
apart.
LC WAS RIGHT (over The Hills)*
14 years ago