IN DEFENCE OF ...
This broke down jolopy -
lighted cigarette in mouth,
Kalick in one hand
empty gas tank in another...
pockets empty...
liquid gold flow through heart and soul ..
a chariot to carry me away
in a puff of combustion to another place
within the hands of the orgional architect
and author
who designs my fate..
sweeps the wind in to carry me away
like chitty chitty bang bang..
so many good souls
I met running out of gas(petrol)
depending on what side of the road
your standing on.
Who can stop Moira
or the three moons...