the drifting
car thought
       love-
  something akin
 to a 63 fairlane
    4 door
what is memory
    i can hear
 bells
and machinery
    the whistle and some kind of birds
   it's a cool breeze
       spare the air seems gone today
            i'm drifting in a uselessness
coffee morning
  every day
 seems like a battle
    wtf