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Black Rock Thought Balloon
I shall watch the sandstorms set in,
as I enjoy the sting of Jameson's
12 year aged scotch-whiskey,
casually plotting my next big come-up.
Somewhere in the desert a woman waits.
Waits for her next stop on the Bus-ride
Soul Circus of Sexual Telekenisis.
Prepare to be mind-fucked.
In the distance Art Car Pirate Ships
sail off into the purple undertones
cast across Nevada's neon nightsky
Imaginary fireworks join forces with the real thing
forcing friend and foe to fornicate until the fortress walls fall
and seperation suffers a similair scenario.
Vagrant dreadhead migrant hustlers
rack up charges of the controlled substance variety
from state to state in the quest for Good Times.
Three POWs from the war on drugs sit
with lips full of dip, ready to hit a lick
Three-time losers with scars for veins
and shit for brains stick their tongues out
in the acid rain.
as I enjoy the sting of Jameson's
12 year aged scotch-whiskey,
casually plotting my next big come-up.
Somewhere in the desert a woman waits.
Waits for her next stop on the Bus-ride
Soul Circus of Sexual Telekenisis.
Prepare to be mind-fucked.
In the distance Art Car Pirate Ships
sail off into the purple undertones
cast across Nevada's neon nightsky
Imaginary fireworks join forces with the real thing
forcing friend and foe to fornicate until the fortress walls fall
and seperation suffers a similair scenario.
Vagrant dreadhead migrant hustlers
rack up charges of the controlled substance variety
from state to state in the quest for Good Times.
Three POWs from the war on drugs sit
with lips full of dip, ready to hit a lick
Three-time losers with scars for veins
and shit for brains stick their tongues out
in the acid rain.
Published 27th Jul 2010
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27th Jul 2010 11:00am
..well written and vividly described, but then I always wanted to spend more time in Nevada.
One caveat would be your title could seem a tad overblown. I wonder if you need to try that hard? But my compliments to the poet for an enjoyable reading experience.
One caveat would be your title could seem a tad overblown. I wonder if you need to try that hard? But my compliments to the poet for an enjoyable reading experience.
27th Jul 2010 11:19am
Yes you're right on the title, I'm not used to titling things. Most of my stuff just goes on page after page, but I decided to separate some parts I liked. thanks for the input tho much love
27th Jul 2010 3:29pm
I really loved this...and the way it moves slow thick and heavy. In some ways, it reminds me of the first part of Howl by Allen Ginsberg...that kind of repetitive destruction and disorder, but with a passion for living. Where his throws you right into the chaos though, yours seems to muse from a distance. I like that. And actually, I think the way it ends is great too..it's doesn't seem to wind down or come to a normal conclusive end. It just stops. It leaves you off balance.
