Driving the Boxter
looking the part
making deals
on mobile phones
violating egos
desperados
live in extreem
desperate to trigger
'lucky charms'
mostly glitter
as nostalgia burns
under a battlefield
of stars
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
follow me to the echo machine. you better bet your trust on the magic dust. glittered sequins are lucky charms are starlet mints.