Treasure Island

Jonny Brackney

(September 26th,1988 / Louisville, Kentucky)

Act II - The Invention of Cheese

driving ferociously steady
through Alabaster
radio quacking gibberish
stuck in this box
with devil's breath
a waiting room on wheels
travelling, i've decided
isn't really all that great
i pray for no traffic
buzzing wind
trees and signs
boring buildings
the dullest of people whizzing by
fear and loathing in my lap
wish i had some medicine

Submitted: Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Edited: Monday, January 30, 2012

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  • Steven Ralph (1/25/2012 4:09:00 PM)

    I try to read this one once a month just to get my poetic juices bubbling. Great title too! S. (Report) Reply

  • Charles Darkly (1/24/2012 5:19:00 PM)

    I was totally thinking of a madcap HST adventure even before I got to the last lines. This one is great...reminds me that drunken, altered, dizzying madness that we love until it's over and we see what we've done. (Report) Reply

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