Just as you sauntered into the fog filled replica
of an acid night where the trumpet blared
in a shrieking cacophony of foot tapping jazz
I too will grasp the metal heads of magic
and wait for you, tickets in hand
to a journey of ecstasy in Rockland
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© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a month ago
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 5:07 PM UTC
Just as you sauntered into the fog filled replica
of an acid night where the trumpet blared
in a shrieking cacophony of foot tapping jazz
I too will grasp the metal heads of magic
and wait for you, tickets in hand
to a journey of ecstasy in Rockland
Author Notes
Optional
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a month ago
