Years ago
I’d associate
Gasoline’s scent
With the taste of ice cream
The singing truck
Bearing Spongebob’s head
For me to consume
Or watch melt instead
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Years ago
I’d associate
Gasoline’s scent
With the taste of ice cream
The singing truck
Bearing Spongebob’s head
For me to consume
Or watch melt instead