Hyper Travel

Hyper Travel

A Poem by Mark Mendoza

Flying instantly-hyper travel.
Into the imaginative world of a troubled Poe. How the demon he faced in the poem "Alone" pains me.
Hyper travel, once more to the filthy-yet entirely comfortable-dream of Ginsberg's Chinese decorated room.
Hyper travel again, to an enraged-yet silent-Bukowski, cursing the women stealing poetry. How I know the lying wife.
Hyper travel again, to J's blue garage. Blue never made me smile the same.
Now, I have traveled to this word on page.

© 2019 Mark Mendoza


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Added on April 3, 2019
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Mark Mendoza
Mark Mendoza

Marietta, GA



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My name is Mark A. Mendoza Welcome, with the warmest heart. This is a home for some of my poetry. This is a home for music I record https://markmoosemendoza.bandcamp.com/ more..

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