Ken Kesey’s old bus,
engine bobbin’; soft coda.
Dissonant Chuck Taylors;
resonant pulse of Echoes.
Ghostly reflection,
jaunty fog – neurotic haze.
Undulating bottle,
scurvy salacious harmony.
Holy ganja deceives;
Harmonica’s false note,
doors shudder; missed my stop.















Comments
I like the formatting of it, and the whole 5-7 stanza deal...I might try that out sometime.
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...don't make me use my man voice.
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~Morality is a figment of humanity's imagination. The universe is despicably moralless.
~We must burden ourselves with peace and love.. and other bull***t.
Nice imagery, though.
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"When you're running an hour behind, that's TARDY. When you're running an era behind, that's CLASSIC."
I like the structure.
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whatever is said in latin sounds profound
Search wikipedia for it.
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~Morality is a figment of humanity's imagination. The universe is despicably moralless.
~We must burden ourselves with peace and love.. and other bull***t.
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whatever is said in latin sounds profound
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~Morality is a figment of humanity's imagination. The universe is despicably moralless.
~We must burden ourselves with peace and love.. and other bull***t.
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