“gathering for one last ride”

By J.J. Campbell

one last hurrah

before the final

nap of our lives

 

bruised neon souls

gathering for one

last ride

 

may we dance naked

under the acid rain

 

tripping daisies,

waxing poetic

 

tasting the sweat

of the beautiful ones

 

one line for god,

one line for family

 

one line for the last

lover that slammed

your door in disgust

 

why do we bother

to even care anymore

 

the hippies became

yuppies and my entire

generation found the

tallest bridge and

decided to make a

sport out of it

 

the earth will die

and the rich think

they will live on the

moon

 

all the while

 

the roaches will

still be going