Mustang
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A mustang is a horse But also a car, With war-drums under the hood, It whinnies, it neighs, Hooves of rubber Galloping past traffic.
Lo, my Reaper to thy beloved
How hath looked upon me bold?
When the Rains have happened there of
And left your Legacy in Gold.
Hello Mr. mustang, please don’t text while you drive
Unless of course you are ready to die
In that case please don’t do it here
When children and innocent people are near
For not everyone is prepared for their death
I saw her on a sunny day
Her hair bright and flowing
Her dress a pale shade of blue
Her smile set my world aglow
On the bluest of days
When I look in her deep blue eyes
I can feel her warmth
Everything rang in my old house
The clocks and the doorbells
And even the ID tags.
Now I've stopped time
And realize who I hate.
At the Garden of the Gods.
Have you seen me?
