Ever find your best laid plans all fall apart? No matter how hard you try it all comes crashing down? Does it ever feel like there's a ghost in the machine, a wrench in the works, too many bugs and maybe even a few mechanical gremlins?
Sometimes I think if I could just get this contraption started I wouldn't have the need to express myself so damn much.
Gremlins
Underneath this canopy
A cascading cacophony
Shielded from the barest entropy
Of my infernal machine
Bright blues and warm reds
Earth tones beneath my bed
Monstrosities live inside
Mechanical mistakes with glowing eyes
Sprouting wings seductively
These thoughts of you take flight
Into these midnight reveries
I fail to breathe flesh and life
Back to my calculations
This intricate meta-narrative of the self-same failure
Pathetic mirror images of a man so lost
All woven in a tapestry of lonely echoes
I say a prayer to discarded gods
And false hope swells like an orchestra
That I might find my work complete
And no longer feel abandoned
No fuel left in these hissing gears
No sign of life left in my steampunk heart
Sputtering moon-dust and Autumn chill
Sweltering under the sunlight of Iron Will
Gutting the blueprints to build Mark 2
But I know it's all the same
Prototypes won't replace these parts of you
Protracted silence speaks your name
Fluttering on the tip of some Multiversal tongue
I turn over in a web already spun
Buzzing vibrantly in a grave already dug
Still not worth a second look
Such solid lines for such a piece of junk
Such wicked lies just to keep the morale up
Lips pressing, undressing to the beat of a drum
Unimpressive, second guesses never get the job done
Faster than light but it won't turn over
Infinite but with no true novelty to add
Damn it man, I'm a poet not an engineer
I'd summon the courage but I'm madly in love with the fear
It's all already gone kaput and then some
I've out done myself this time
The man in the moon never goes too far
When he believes there's a ghost in the machine
So I step in in-between avalanches
Lightly dust myself off for another test
If I could call this love I'd break new ground
Maybe I'd run my mouth a little less
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