Description: Kinda sloppy I know, but there was a problem and when I tried to save the original something went wrong a it all got erased so it was either get pissed off and turn the computer off or try not to let anger clound my mind and recall what I could.
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Picking through Mexican brick
The convertible gains speed on pavement slick
Storm drains detain augmented leaves
Damning rapidly rushing gutter streams
Leaning against the leather chair
Exhaling smoke into -ion charged air
Feeling carefree yet so alive
Blaring Hendrix as we drive
The road winds quickly through the dunes
Canopy cast shadow evade the full moon;
Hanging low; aglow an amberish orange
Seat belts unfastened, standing, pedal to the floor
Street lamps lance the landscape
As we make our was along the lake shore
Mopping up rain drops deployed
With the ass of my corduroy pants
The pipe is cashed, I knock the ash into my hand
Horsepower reduced from a canter to a trot
Sliding the glass piece delicately in my pocket
The top goes up, headlights shut off
Closing the doors as softly as possible
We navigate each of nature's obstacles
Until we reach the back slider and sneak inside
is this a flashback of some time in your eighteenth year???
Amazing...I was a little thrown off by the rhyme only because of the internal way you normally write but damn you did an awesome job of it. Might be better if you switch up some of it to be internal though...just a thought.
hehe...this one I can see too...you blasted and blasting the plastered road to bits beneath your wheels, feeling free and Beautiful...yep
Submission Name: 18
