race car: She's touching the wheels when the call comes, young, tonguing the hood in the mannish slang of the last century. Lipsticked, she's a sport, a shiny body.
wheelbarrow: Behind the shed, the secret weariness of keeping up. Prow bereft of engine, legs pegged in dirt. A self-made man can't stand inert. Remember the dust you come from; to dust you shall return.
terrier: Drowsy growl in the martini lunch; sad mascot, surrogate soft. A child's recompense; do not pass go; go directly, hence.
top hat: Somewhere there's a private sphere, contained, a shape that acknowledges the peace in emptiness. Beneath that upmost echelon, most find the look absurd.
battleship: A curse, the clan's heavy bottomed lumbering, choked with ocean when the hull careens; it's not a game. We grow too weary; we'll abandon everything to get out: money, face, hotels and houses; it's not as if someone can win.
thimble: You thought it a helmet, dainty with immunity; you thought you'd hide in bed but we snuffed out the thumbsuck, the meat stuck under the fingernail.
cannon: How trim she looks, nose in the air as if in triumph, sheathed in a one-piece on the diving board. Arms aloft, she's gunpoint itself, or its hostage, hands up. He likes the latter. That posture. Who'd imagine collapse?
shoe: Such a drudge, day in, day out. Still, someone has to run the railroads; someone has to log the wreck.
iron: Performs an operation while he stands shirtless in dirt thoughts, shaving in a fog that swells with another succulence. The razor dragging down; the iron proving what change claimed about pain's necessity, its little dividends.
horse & rider: Imagine this could go on: collecting profits, paying dues, rolling the dice to land on the carpet, where it's your bluff. Imagine rearing up and exposing yourself. As if you cared: As if no one would snicker at those haunches, made of chalk, while on the boardwalk the rains start.
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