Cerberus talks about cars he's going to buy <br />with the pursuit of the american dream, <br />refrigerator, war on wars <br />and gilded bricks of zest <br />in the junkyard <br /> <br />his face is a bowl of flowers on pangea <br />getting darker every day; <br />they talk about cars they're going to buy, <br />robots they drank <br />and maybe things that they freed.<br /><br />Aaron Eliad<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cerberus-talks-about-cars-he-s-going-to-buy/
