Standing in a damp, unlit field
back to the road
I fire you up:
tonight, it's special
just feels right, cool ya know
Guess I was reeling from the alienage
just forgot the sociality of it all,
not that there's anything "sacred" about you:
just mota, weed, bread
but then potatoes are sacred
when they're what sustains you, ya know
And you hit right away on cue
just what I needed just now:
the world turns bizzare and inspired
my grizzled confidence is restored
my life is one spaced-out launch toward...
immortality

Comments
purlock | December 1, 2008 - 19:06
I like 'alienage' (nice neologism) and 'the world turns bizarre'.
Nathan Bednarek | December 16, 2008 - 09:53
Huh, this is clever. I like it!
Well done.
Nathan.