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Mercedes Diesel


‘I was dreaming of a black
Mercedes in the shade of a big tree.    I
think I was dreaming about life.’

Mercedes Diesel,
      back in someone's dreaming trees —
            life's picture of ‘life.’


Yield unto the willow
      all the loathing
            of your heart.

                          (Onitsura, tr. Blyth)

Aye, pour out loathing,
      willow tree, willow tree, ah,
            Mercedes Diesel!


Mercedes Diesel,
      when I see you in the night
            I think of that song —

A black Mercedes, it's got
      nothing to say.    Streetlight time.