it’s the end of the car and the beginning of a car

car that was driven I drove thru in black across Wyoming, why went with Jimmy to Wyoming in red, Mars-ish Wyoming and into the snow we drove did cat tricks pulled over and the end, nigh, leaked the end was a prototype for the real end, it dangled. i accuse i end my car of experience. Chunked. Stuffed into the dash. Happenstance dishrag, carry me out. Carry me thru the centerplex, the bonfire, the folk dance. holder of bitches carry me back and forth across the rocky pores. The coffee is hot. The forms are folded. Carry me days nights bright nights fair days into calmer fingers of things drumming on the again and on again.

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