salt_peanuts

's allways interesting
inderectly
when I walk by
a room of pipes and bulkheads
and ratcheting chinese voices
heightening around a big chamber
around which more pipes and tubes and tunnels
connect and diverge and connect again at a later date
(for spaghetti dinner nonetheless?)
and with a final little nozzle
spewing for all its worth
a blushingly blue haze
into the air we breathe.