Car Geometry.

man— that
I am.  but you

have never
been a favorite subject—

besides changing
oil— tires—  out-blown

fuses— you
know I know nothing—

even after
your reasoning— engine code

interpretations reach
toward my wallet— to

defend negative
dives— into my accessible

funds— to
make me a cheerful

commuter again—
along this line of

reliance— alone
I am with indecisive

instinct— suspicious
intuitions & this dysfunctional

vehicle— now
solely dependent on a 

car quotient—
I can not gauge.

Mark Anthony Thomas
Copyright © 2004

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