by Frederick Smith Single story homes, Bright orange-red trees of autumn American dream Lump growing larger Waiting in the car outside I am so afraid Electronic Light Images of you and I Passion without touch Five minutes more now, Brown leaves and peaceful feelings Time passes quickly Gold Penny Cadillac Good morning, nice to see you Chance brings diversion Black Ink on paper Thoughts exploding from my mind Still time moves on List in my pocket Finishing a cigarette Still afraid to know Time to [...]