Metal Car-cass, Cassandra of the hearts desire

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Sun 1 Nov 2009 10:27
Metal Car-cass, Cassandra of the hearts desire - oilrag
Tubes long gone, neath silvery spokes. Autumn rain and wind, respecting none, lashes paint that mattered not in times anon.

As Winters breath waits in the wings and lavished care of Summers fair caress - of golden hours with cloth and polish - now rot , despoiling, to compost grim. The rotted turnip of the carriage - grit from roofs, into laquer ground.

The brochures lure - the gaudy fly, to catch a fish. Now shedding scales that turn in dreams, to pounds self extracting from the wallet.

Toss and turn now through the night, as Cassandra of the apples eye, sits alone, as yet untouched by fingers unwanted.

But tomorrow. Tomorrow. Dawning bleak and cruel - no longer a Princess clean with virtue. Hands have probed; Ohh.. to feel - those dirty marks upon the wheel. The underbelly probed and prodded..

The MOT by men with hammers, little ice picks, crow bars, spanners.

oilrag

Edited by oilrag on 01/11/2009 at 10:32

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Sun 1 Nov 2009 10:46
Metal Car-cass, Cassandra of the hearts desire - mike hannon
Yeah, I felt like that a fortnight ago, when the Prelude was due in. Went through no problem, though...;-)
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