Lara

You drive your red car, trying to look indifferent, so bizarre to wave ta ra, I love ports and rivers, places you can slip into, lonely beaches make me chuckle, what you said went too far, I died alive, still kicking, your desire for molten tar, a string of seaweed delivered, between madness and my solipsism, does it make you quiver, bottles, tidal, wood carved it’ll all be on Twitter, my story , feral stained dark, you forget when I’m riven, on many a star considered, will see you driven, howling towards the gutter.