Bass Guitar (2007)

Dragging an anchor through thick muck, scraping one of three prongs on the stained concrete floor beneath.

The remaining two barely poking above the sea of grey sludge.

Taking a heavy rope in each hand and whipping the twin cartwheel of twine into a sodden coiled blanket.

A dull sad, rhythmic thud.

Roughly twisting an old key in the ignition of a traction engine.

Battery full, fuel empty, repetitive despirate, constant lurching and growling, never engaging.


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