folly & carburetor
rap dogs of the sidewalk refrigerator
squeeze my carburetor
tire screech
ocean of car language
little voices from the hum
Saturday whining street music
we roll with it
a beam of folly and decay
skeletal longing
where are the roaring mouths & little feet
the spell of a dandelion whistling
rustle and rumble
each of us caught up
a splatter of constellations
