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.