words

watch patterns turn over and over
and feed back in to your world,
women and chemical affairs,
the same stars that have witnessed
since birth the patterns emerge
and repeat, repeat, recycle and repeat.

the moving parts of this machine
run not on gasoline but blood,
time, spirit and ethereal concept,
love and lust and hate and regret
and all manner of invisible fuels
that keep the universe fluid.

the heart burns on internal combustion
and every other part reacts with motion,
motion of thought and motion of hand
drawing from the turbines within
to keep pace against the patterns
that are in a state of constant flux
and determined to burn you out
in a haze of smoke, oil and confusion.

-S.C. Martinez