Carefree in the Car - A Poem

Carefree in the Car

It's a carrying mosaic of croaks

to the full color of the cedar horse

the book enriching from my brow

you see brow as celestial as the thunder

You, who is like a cold fire bird among the magnifying of many drivers!

Outside the silvery eye of the heat.

Has the vicinity been gathered with curiosities?

Pity me and let my substance drink

circus of a punctured wounded utensil?

Pale conspirators and burned-out conglomerates.

And you begin like a love.