Untitled ("I got an old Bonniville heare, yellow")
By Jack Joseph Smith
I got an old Bonniville heare, yellow
of course
The crazy son of a gun cut the top off
with his blown toueh
I said, "now why did you go and do that"
And he said, " so the movies wouldn't
be first."
I like driving it to where not even
young lovers go
When he falls down in the desert
he will fall ontop
of one of these saplings
That is where the dear rich up
between the trees and nibble
their supper
Then down to the creek
It is sort of like
picking corn and sipping whisky