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i
away from the road, cast
anchor in a hard place, slide
your music box
your well sweep
under the unloved
jester of gilbert

unmask the hub, brace
each honeycomb
left and loose
raise it higher
-release-
that which gyves
the orb to its gyre

bring the fifth to
the four
-align-
tighten right
cover tight
touch down

ii
find a notch
on the forbidden fruit
slit a drink-straw hole
sting like a biro bee
(remove the ink first)
caulk the leaks
and know that
an unsuspiring pen
will need a rekindled heart

© meredi o

Disclaimer:  This poem does not provide automative advice. This poem may be completely useless if you have left threaded wheel nuts, more than four wheel nuts, or decagon shaped wheel nuts. This poem may not help you at all if you don’t have a spare tyre. This poem does not provide medical advice. It is intended for poetic purposes only. It is not a substitute for professional medical advice, diagnosis or treatment. You should probably not stick your pen in someone’s neck.