Off to the Party (poem)

To the tank, holding Asses up through staright Narrows. Journey about to begin; Off to world beyond time. Unforgiving is the night. Cool frost flowing Out like dragon’s Breath, hiding the Road covered in emptiness. The gathering of loose flesh, Chaotic blasts burning receivers, Eyes tricked into visual diarrhea. “Hey man, you want some K”? “Nah, that’s ok. I’ll pass”. Afro topped albino boy, have I not seen you before? Maybe another world, The same as before. The wanderers always follow.