Put your pedal to the metal and drive said Pete
Put your pedal to the metal and drive
Look at the back of your head said Pete, oh wait you can’t
only through a mirror or a photo
which means your reality is incomplete
merely a subjective experience
Put your pedal to the...
Peg-o-my-heart, you promised
I could help feed the bass sluicing like bastards in your farm pond;
that you’d let me trap, club, and dice some overweight field mice;
‘let me add chiseled chips off a de-waxed rutabaga; ‘chew up
and spit out a mash of radi...
There is a secret room.
Hidden behind a secret door, it is dusty and stale.
Smells of old cigarettes and perfume hit your face as you walk in.
The furniture is mid-century. But which century?
Some pieces are covered with sheets, some are left uncovered to colle...