Armand Poetry

Welcome to Armand Poetry. The poems (and other words) here are composed for my own thought and amusement. Comment and discussion are welcome. -Amore, Armand-

Saturday, June 25, 2005

Oxidation #1

The engine's rust crumbles in my hand
Forgotten sound in my AM memory
Orange stick still moves along the numerals
But no Howl of the Jack broken dial
Only the wind rustling in my rumble crate

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