me, mushrooms, and the train
acid rain, power rangers
thug angel gang bangers
me, mushrooms, and the train

me...at least i think
i need something to drink
my mouth is getting dry
it happens when you learn to fly

the trip...i let my mind slip
and now it's working on it's own
i left it by itself, alone
it'll come home when it's ready

the train...could drive anyone insane
power rangers, thug angel gang bangers
and the pouring rain
i could've lost it on the train

dope

burnout_00

I left a reply previously but someone seems to have deleted it. Also, Steven's reply has gone missing. I wanted to ensure that you saw my appreciation of this poem. It is thoughtful and poetically innovative and deserves to be elevated to the top again for a while over some of the ill considered and superficial, and badly finished rubbish that is appearing here. Your work is almost always novel in style and deep in meaning, particularly deeper than high guy's comment of "dope". It just requires a clear mind, a little time and poetic conscientiousness.

yea, i go to school with high guy though so i know that "dope" pretty much sums up what he thinks about it. Thanks for commenting on the poem. love love love.