Lance Miller

Rookie (Georgia)

Going To See The Doug's - Poem by Lance Miller

Going to see the Doug's
aka... Thank God i am smarter now.

An eight hour flight
at thirty thousand feet
slow and comfortable
I cant sleep.

A cab ride to Caesars
listening to the Doors
street lights and bums
my brother scores.

Insane thru the desert
all night long
arrive at the Pacific
hit the bong.

Faster, faster with more bass
A small Mexican huffing paint.

Cross the border
run like hell
drink tequila
disregard the smell.

Drinking tequila
lean back your chair
I don't think so
I fight and swear.

Need another eight ball
seek, seek, seek
guard the car
parked in the street.

Another line
muscles clinching
teeth are grinding
two for flinching

An eight hour flight
at thirty thousand feet
Hung- over and jonesing
still cant sleep.

Comments about Going To See The Doug's by Lance Miller

  • (2/9/2010 12:25:00 PM)

    AHH The good ole days, lucky to have survived...... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 5, 2010

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