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
 
 
 
 
 

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