Corporate Limits Oh wow, I have time to spare, sitting in a room filled with plant life. What compares to a hard day of sun-baked simple pleasures? Copper crazy chords, big boppin' beats, and a fleshy coloured vocal tone. It's absolutely groovy, commin' in with such a head buzz. Takin' it slow, nothin' new here, son, we do this right. Right now, I can feel the air sifting stifly through this swiftly moving life. What makes a man? What makes him worthy of leisure? Golden lion roar, an interest in meat, and a beastly flavoured vocal tone. I'm completely crazy, strollin' in with such a gnarly high. Thinkin' slow, my mind is fried, this early in the night. Right now, holy cow, I'm livin', breathin', singin', teethin', drummin' my way to work. Laughin' at a man, bike on a kickstand, freein' his mind in a ditch. There you go, Siddhartha, may the day break on your shinin' face. Here we go, The End.
Hey man, that was pretty cool. You have a very kerouac-esque style on this one, the way it hops around with the crazy language gymnastics and accelerating pace (as I read it). I liked the ending, especially.
I'm not well informed on poetry form, but I really enjoyed your writing =) It made me feel a bit more cheery.
Thanks, you guys! I was really proud of this piece, and I was hoping someone would like it. BTM, thanks for the Kerouac comparison, man! He's one of my heroes, and it definetly made my day to see that. Thanks!
