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Robust melodies tingle
as computer parts
dangle from
robot rust
steel blues.
Red, corrugated
metal dims under
warm sun rays.
They penetrate the music
as a favorite lullaby sparks vocal
songs, so raw
and so sweet
filling with oil
rich as olive pulp.
Robust machinery
lifts itself up
to create
a masterpiece
made of
cogs, wheels, wood.
Copper limbs
tied with parrot feathers.
Melted beads
embedded in
the surface
so yellow
they gleam.
Chaotic mind
cells burst! through
metal voices surface
thread through
an artificial mind.
Ancient hubcaps
are its face, soda cans
are its fingers.
It deals with sap
as tree rings
scoop up tunes
bellowed built guitars
strum so loud
streaming past
closed doors.
The paint peels,
but underneath
is the gem
spitting out gum
cream bits, frothy
black tar, and
one silver aged wrench.
Out of the ordinary,
it saves
the best song for last.