It’s Friday night
nothing to do
lets take a ride
to the Powder Ridge concert
hosting motley Crew
orange barrels
six-way hits
divided among us
six hippie kids
packed in the car
with the stereo blaring
though a town
called Old Tappan
orange street-lights
never seen before
dropping our jaws
to the car's floorboards
it’s two in the morning
were driving around
deserted streets
in a fake plastic town
with sirens not heard
over loud music playing
I see pretty lights
in the rearview mirror
Red, blue and amber
Wow man!
those flashing lights
are way outer sight
oh shit!
I’m being pulled over
quick all you guys
hide the stash
inside
your pants
And when he comes over
and shines his flashlight
asking the question
where are you guys
going tonight?
Just Smile,
and say,
Susie, Cream cheese.
My Fun Stuff
A contest entry
- Paint me an acid trip... by sheltered.
600 points, ended August 2, 2007, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is definitly crazy enough to be an acid trip. Some really cool imagery here. I like your orange double barrel back ground too.
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LMAO....
...Susie, Cream cheese...too funny....
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Not in my ballpark kinda thang. Life handed me plenty,no need for complications added. And it had to be trippin to say what came to mind.Yet the author knows how to prose on a bad trip.Well versed and unrehearsed I hope.
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