I fear I lose a bit of readership because of FP's horrible defacement of my perfectly constructed format. People don't like to go to other links, but if you want to see the true beauty of my art, I urge you to go to the following address (deleting the necessary spaces needed for FP of course):
spidermatt. esmartweb. com/

Smooth Acceleration

He rode through barren land
just sand and rocks nearby
roasted serpents underneath
it’s time to say goodbye
He clicked a button and the gleaming glass slid down
roaring winds ripped right in
as slender hands slipped out a pack of sin
he took a stick
a flick
it lit
his dreams went up in smoke

Innocence once lingered
hovering ‘round his head
as his soul, his eyes, his rose tinted glasses
Playgrounds, swings and slides
consumed the time—inexcusable rhyme
a wild imagination
juvenile games of hopscotch and kickball were all that he could know
of euphoria and of woe
It didn’t matter who you were
trivial social identity
Yet now they beg the question
Who’s your daddy?
Are you a Kennedy?

A cruel joke of plain deceit
lay the brick road at his feet
A few small steps, he moved away
A few more drags, then call it a day

Blazing sound throbbed the speakers
crazy hippies burnt the souls
of their sneakers
A brand new swarm buzzes in
Could be fun.
Could be sin.
Could be, would be, should be not him
Workers built their walls around him
plastered
stoned
all around him
architect’s vision completely floundered
dreams smothered, completely drownded

His foot pressed down with smooth acceleration
smoke clearing away
He reached the end of the stick
dabbed it out
viewed the bud
and thought of next bloom
Life is a cyclic motion
periodically starting anew
Sunsets don’t last forever
but never look so blue