To The Garages Of Bones Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

To The Garages Of The Bones

With every breath
life controls us,
confirm us like a wheel,

We're wheeling like heavy trucks,
on the highways,

Into the very cores
of our destiny clock,

We're giving what can be given,
takewhat must be taken
For this body to survive,

The body's aspirin
pains and harms,

The body's orgasm
with another
female driver's touch,

Taking our necessary
Life's fuel with the punching,

heavy blows,
from errors
inside the body parts,

Error's judgement
along the good gasoline,

The only hope,
The heavy truck of machinery
can continue our pathways
to the suns,

God in his mercy,
Look down at this crazy journey

Sun's cross,
star's cross lovers
To the finish lines,

To come home,
A garage of bones
In my cemetery with a cross,

My female caskets
Beside this own.