This was a good car | wersja robocza

my angels
'd been driving today
a junk ford
along the port alleys
loosing feathers
on each turn

they didn't fuel
so
they tooke turnes
pushing the car
skinning their feet
to blood

now
they laugh one’s head off
ignoring
my lamets

I won't let them
go alone again

tomorrow
I'm coming with them