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MACHINUS ROFOCALE. A Poem by Joseph Armstead
Tinny, brittle music wafts like cigar smoke from out the open doors to a dingy bar, where the leather-coated Machine Men speak through plastic masks in rough whispers. Today, the lemon sun above the amber fog of industrial haze will not shine -- And my Dream of You asphyxiates, ink-s