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Diesel Eddy
Book three of impromptu trilogy.
Trucks at Night
Brooding and assiduous are the trucks at night. Brooding and assiduous are the trucks at night, vibrating the inroads through our country's heart like cellos, sad bellows, slow solos in dawn light. Brooding and assiduous are the trucks at night drawing the young men from out of the hills like cellos, odd fellows, slow solos in dawn light to carry our effluent to the quiet ponds. Drawing the young men from out of the hills —big-winged angels in little t-shirts— to carry our effluent to the quiet ponds in silver cylinders, slender, shiny and bright. Big-winged angels in little t-shirts with coffee steaming from a thermos jug: silver cylinders, slender, shiny and bright— big-winged angels in little t-shirts with bellies extent. Coffee steaming from a battered metal jug is witness to this release in the holding pond. Big-winged angels in little t-shirts with bellies extent joke and make wishes regarding food and sex. Witness to this release into the holding pond, the night is our savior. The rain falls like a boxer telling jokes or dreaming of sex from a girl vibrating the inroads through our country's heart. The night is our savior. The rain falls like a boxer brooding and assiduous as the trucks at night vibrating the inroads through our country's heart, vibrating the inroads through our country's heart. back | ToC | next
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