won't steam rise soon
Waited an eon
with bated ennui
for whistle to blow
in a succession of tunes, cacophonic composition
an alarm for when food is cooked
geometric veins to pour in salt
after whistles have done their job
mapping sweat on familiar skin
conflagration of familiar blue
upturned pool atomic hue
Venus mound of metal nipple
snaking its screams
into my heart sometimes
needling prickly thistle
mandatory scream of everyday engine
Sisyphean bellowing whistle
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