Static comes with the radio.
Ahhhh, riding down the road at night in an
open car.
Turn on the brights to see the deer and a
big moth car-
ving long sinusoidals in the headlight
road toward Mars.
Oh, the beautiful cicada music wack-wacking
amongst the whirring tires,
the poles thup thrupping climb-spike jagged rips and tears
beside the blacktop you know will break again the dangling wires
the poles thup thrupping climb-spike jagged rips and tears
beside the blacktop you know will break again the dangling wires
Cars, mars, tires, wires, comes my roady nightly woo
bump tha-dump into the yellow double
splutty stew
while on the windshield splatter tsst tsst of myriad, deadly spew.
while on the windshield splatter tsst tsst of myriad, deadly spew.
Static comes with the radio.
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