Choices

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's Note

Here is an older poem. Tell me what ya think.

Reviews

[Bethany Woody]

A dark, and sadly true, view of the world in which we live today. People of the night doing drugs to stave off the approach of light that shows too much reality. The idea that we are little in conparision to the infinateness(is this a word?) of space and the universe. The waiting for it all to make sense or for it all to end, for something to change. And perhaps the realization that it doesn't really matter because we leave it all behind anyway when we die.
Maybe I'm readign too much into it....
I think it is a great peace, it has a good flow and the vocab is exceptional(typical of the site is so banal).

[Tris]

It`s sad that we live in such a world.
I really like you poem. Your vocabulary is composite, yet somehow easy to understand.
"But then, I can only interpret the world: the point is . . . ?"

"What are you doing tonight? Will you ride time" My favorite line.

A brilliant write. I especially like the detail and use of somewhat complex words.