dead end

The nuts and bolts we cracked together
With petty passion, foggy eyes and messy hair
Under the bright light of high efficiency led bulbs
In the opposite of a hurry, in cozy laziness and despair

The bold assumption of a dream-like affair
Sudden tremor, the maniac soulless motion
Of turning gears shy of themselves, all spikes
Oiled and greased with scentless potion

Behold! The engine's roaring beauty
A thousand thunders, a gimmick
Looming in the dark thick air
Of that naked summer night in Brunswick

Deficit means I am not enough
Derelict means I am old and crippled
Do not disturb means I may be taking a nap
Download now means another record has been ripped

It was the end of the road, a dead end
The road not taken better remained that way


gavin thorpe (Whiston, Merseyside, 1978)