Smoke was pulled like ribbons from the windows of the car.nI followed the flash of silver from your teeth.nAbove the tarmac the lights were icy green.nBuried in patterns in your chest, a quiet shimmering.nLittle dipper, tiara-shine, song bird shivery, thin thin dime.nSmoke like ribbons....nnSongs were pulled in ribbons from the window of the car...nLost along the shoulders of the highway.nThe cake walk dancers unwind from their spinnSinging 'lawty lawty loved him'.nStark don't give a flat fuck.