12/31/2013, crystal

soup of the day: foggy frozen braille, thicker than pea soup, so thick you can't cut it with a chainsaw.

Then I was deep within A lot
When suddenly I spied it.
I saw a green highlander hybrid
with nobody inside it.

The lights were shining, the wipers wiping
I wasn't scared. But yet, I stopped.
What could that car be there for?
What could an empty car be wiping its window for?

And then it started. That empty car.
Its engine started rumbling.
Its tailpipe started mumbling.
And I must I admit, my words they started bumbling.

Well parsed