In the process of living,
life itself is forgotten,
leading many to waste away,
their hours and days passing by,
without much care or notice.

Steel dust filtering through fingers,
that are coated in grease and oil,
too dirty to touch a lover,
without poisoning their body.

We are machine men;
with machine minds,
and machine hearts,
oil pumps inside of us.

August 8, 2009