pushin

80
hope to outlive
amber waves
undulating from clockwork
mechanisms not bound
to organic processes

and fluid displacement,
bile production
muscle contractions
souring taste buds
spots that have nothin,
nothing to do with liver

pulsing on timers
whirred and clicked
into motion based on
weight sensors and
magnetic rendezvous
with metallic salt rusted cadavers

maybe before the dead-line
beat of red flashes and sticks
to your wheels to
cell reproduction
maybe just pushin 80
i could sneak by

tail pipe snapshots only a blurr