You know the work is done when lord montazuma comes over to stare.
He watches you at your task
from behind haggered eyes made sad from 600 years exile.
Stained ruby teeth remembering times when he had drink and girls of his choice
when life was his to command

Now he works the inards of outboard motors
In plant four he takes the smooth plastic scalp of each one
and arranges the oily brain of a machine not known or even wanted in his kingdome of old.

Outside boat prows are suspended off the wall,
one atop the other,
like a giant rib cage

But when he is done he comes by
He likes it when you call him sir
and an ancient smile hides beneath his bedragled beard.
all hail lord montazuma.

yeah there is some cleaining up to do. I ussually spend a couple of days with a poem before I do anything substantial with it. future incarnations may have better structure (that is a structure at all) Oh well

Its based on a guy i knew from work. I never really knew his name so in my mind I started calling him lord montazuma (never aloud)

I was playing guild wars and someone asked me to cyber with them. I was really creeped out. anyhow! thats it for now.

I swear
I will kill you if you NEVER attempt to publish any writings....
» aisforapple on 2005-08-19 08:12:52

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