Blowout Flat Tire At the Cemetery Steer Clear

Blowout Flat Tire At the Cemetery Steer Clear While on the corner of the street I adhered A injured open wounded possum peers Running back and forth so unclear A loud bang I almost crash seems I have a flat tire I jacked up my Jeep Wagoneer Of which my blow out seemed so severe It's the dead of night it's a bit spooky here Mists and winds and sour smells All of this in the atmosphere The pans and pains of mystery premiere Trees engulf me come towards me they adhere I've calling AAA but my cell phone died all's not well Boo the cat runs across the street seems to disappear In enchanted visions of scary things dear Bicarbonated liquid fear Street flying squirrels gilding over near 10/14/17 James Edward Lee Sr.