Drive
When sunflowers are taped to dartboards
Over the picnic rings
Arrows crave youth
To follow the distance
To place as different as candy to caves
Pleasure to pinch
There's a ghost in it
Walking through
Barricades, dams, the molecules
Into
a new place to
shoot from!
Humdrum adieu
Still
Metroes are nice to arrive at
And with less trod for your shoe
the crew realistic which is/will be
convenient, although;
Crunching vascitudes on punchcards
And glazing money for companies means
the clack of magnets from blackboards
And an old sunflower stings