Gear Shaft

 

 

My fingers

Train tracks from the pale center

Cold Palms

Open for warmth

 

Knuckles always moving

Exsisting not to far from thee

Attached to this man

Grip onto the deep dark steering wheel

 

Driving the car

To take me home

 

-By Jason Olson, 11/21/96

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