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