The Enemy of the Good (eideteker) wrote,
The Enemy of the Good
eideteker

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Maestro, a little travelling music, please?

My uncle has a country place
that no one knows about
He says it used to be a farm
before the Motor Law

On Sundays, I elude the Eyes
and hop the turbine freight
to far outside the Wire
Where my white-haired uncle waits

Down on his farm, my uncle preserved for me
an old machine. For fifty odd years
to keep it as new has been his
dearest dream

I strip away the old debris
that hides a shining car
A brilliant red Barchetta from a
better vanished time
I fire up the willing engine
responding with a roar
Tires spitting gravel I
commit my weekly crime...


Well, I'm off to register my car. I'll pick up a disposable camera later in the day and get some pictures for you kids.
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