Simple poem about the sun with literally devices.

Bloodstaining the skies

how sad when it dies

down to the west

passing touch sight and sound

no where to be found

probably its underground

Explanation:

poop and pee and a tree

ich statement best shows a problem in travels with charley?

one sharp difficulty presented itself. in the intervening twenty-five years my name had become reasonably well known.

this being so, my trip demanded that i leave my name and my identity at home.

i had to go alone and i had to be self-contained, a kind of casual turtle carrying his house on his back.

with all this in mind i wrote to the head office of a great corporation which manufactures trucks.