Chrome glittered,
in the evening sun.

like sparks from
a machine gun!

It was going 150
when standing still.

I drooled drops
behind

Walking around this empty town
Crammed with nothing but blank faces
Going in circles round and round

I see her, but not clearly
I

The personal endeavor,
always looks selfish when flashed about.
The goal that is more frightening
in terms of humanity
than

The Lost Hat of a Wonderer

I want to walk on a Moroccan sand dune
with a wooden stick in my hand
and a camel by my side.
I want

"Why Do We Want What We Know We Can't Have"...

Why do we want what we know we can't have?
Just throw away what's in the palm