he's cleaning up his act
sick of losing wars
playing the villain
painted red
keys scratched out
"i got washed in hell"
his wheels are blunt
no longer dripping blood
now he's travelling through the dark
animals attack
car brakes screech
he's just passing by
he wants a second chance
t make things right again
but he longs t run over
someone's cat
your dog
'cause he's got wanderlust
t see 'em rot
Words & Photograph: Carlotta
Photo edited by James Willis
Inspired by Hollywood Foto-Rhetoric
by Bob Dylan and Barry Feinstein