Play it again
I love
when
you're pulling
up behind:
the headlights
of our eyes
remind me;
that scene
in the
rear view
mirror's
like at an
old drivein theater,
our antiquated drama
animated over
silver screen
and amphitheatres...
scripted sheets
slipping from
the wheel
again
and
fortune's
yet to roll
out its lot
to showoff
tokens held
in ransom
for what
they are
and what
we thought