Riding along the psychedelic superhighway
The kaleidoscopic streets encapsulated
Under the pitch black sky that threatens day
With its hold over everything:
The contained ant colony of the city
Crawling with booze and booze and
The flesh of the heroin super fix evening . . .
What are you doing tonight? Will you ride time
Like a meteor crashing like a smashing glass of wine?
Will you ride time like a benign leaf falling from its
Insignificant bough to the insignificant ground?
And the choices contained under the ink black nothingness
And infinite and infinite and are yet so insignificant.
But then, I can only interpret the world: the point is . . . ?
Author notes
Written 13th December.
Feedback (criticism) is always good and appreciated!
Comments
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I love this, it is a remarkable write, rich in imagery and an authentic voice.
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Awesome Ride!
This made me feeling like I was watching Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
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Agree with midnight vampiress below, those lines are the ones that really entrance me. I'm not too sure about the opening though, it might just be the word "psychedelic". It gives me an image of hippies and tie-dye and horrible dance moves... =P
That word aside, love the rest. -
wow. i love it. i don't see how you could change this one, it's already perfect.
What are you doing tonight? Will you ride time
Like a meteor crashing like a smashing glass of wine?
my favorite lines.
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