An older classic

unkempt

with hidden beef

beneath

an abandoned frame.

 

Buried treasure

crouched

in the tall weeds

ready to pounce

in a graveyard

of new relics,

lost.

 

Stripped.

Parts picked.

A carcass

abandoned.

 

Reminisce

on younger days

below the sun

top down

up the coast

gone.

 

Enter the gravedigger

Shell of a beast found.

Iron mask restoration.

A mad doctor’s dream

to create a monster.

 

A new mold

sculptured

chiseled

machine sleek

dark lines

gleam

the body is a temple.

 

Eat, fuel,

roadwork.

Gentlemen,

start your engines.

 

Lightning strikes.

From the depths,

chrome teeth give off

a throaty purr.

It’s alive.

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