It’s the sound of a whipcrack,
(whiplash on the windswept road
It’s the sound of reed engines
(engine reels & carburettors
It’s the sound of a small purr
(purrpure lubricants that whirr
It’s the sound of exploded cans
(canplode diode transmissions
It’s the sound of pine whispers
(pinepanic at the smell of snow
It’s the sound of radio burning
(radiospherical planetoid buzz
It’s the sound of dim mechanics
(dim stars on a shadowed orbit
It’s the sound of transplants
(plantlungs panting for daylight
It’s the sound of beige burrs
(burrpools rotating mindlessly
It’s the sound of abstract drills
(drilldown to the rotten old core
It’s the sound of modest tools
(foolswept into the convex blades