Diesel

I am a kin to diesel. I am at sea level. I am at street level. I am at ear level to your engine. I am a confidant to all particles isolated in death's rose chamber. I am a car for all to decay in. In all, honesty. I am a piston for all diesel. I am a confessor for diesel’s final confession. I ask diesel where it heard that dirty poem. In a bar. Where it heard that dirty joke. In a darker bar. I learned that diesel only hears dirty things in darker places. Diesel leaves me its possessions and effects. I am at street level, outside, breathing in diesel light. I am a piston for testate diesel, in all persons, honesty. If I become unseamed I can always hide in my friend diesel's truck bed, he left it to me. Some poems too.