Mechanics of the Lyricist

She yawned as the world fell at her feet
And winked at the burning civilization
Woman on woman, he held her hand,
Underneath the sky, save the sun
They wrote their recipes at night
Spreading something as shear as smoke
Over rusted out cars going 45 in a school zone.

He lifted his hand when he heard her lift her head
Illustrated his mighty reflexes
Gripped the whispers, discarded all secrets
Cleared my head
Then feeds me again
Filling me with the gases needed to fuel the pick-up parked in my drive

Twilight lingered over them like a thick, rich, promise
Want-to, have-to and ought-to feelings explore individual
unconsciousnesses
Pretending all along to flood my eingine,
He teased me with words set to music
A Spark plug of rhythm, luring us in with a song...

© Maggie Moran Grade 11, Weest Anchorage Highs School, Anchorage, Alaska

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