"skyway" poems - Hello Poetry

Running down that Ecstasy Highway as fast as my little legs can carry me I'm blind as a bat with ear plugs But we were both searching through this night time skyway reaching out to touch some one and be touched. All the guide books said this is the way, turn right at Desire turn left at Oblivion and head on down to the neon lights, you can't miss it as long as you are riding that Ecstasy Highway. I was told some people find it at the end of a needle others wait for the drop of the cards and there are those who throw themselves off that mountain side cliff looking for the winds to ride. Some find it laying with you. I've gone somewhere else I can't describe made a wrong turn thought it was a Transcendental highway maybe because I've been up and down, made wrong turns right and left made a wrong turn at the corner of Sanctuary and Bliss. I'd ask directions but there is not a soul around, smacking my GPS lost beyond words with nothing familiar in neighborhoods looming stark cracked out buildings and broken street lights people with apocalyptic eyes even the cops won't come down here any more and the only help I've found the only guide I have is delusional and lost though occasionally profound dressed in piercings and tatoos and she keeps yelling at me something about going home to you. Too tired to go on. Had lost that bat back at the beginning of dawn finally sat down at the coffee shop at the corner of Love and Compassion ordered up some hot self-acceptance took a breath and looked around still looking for the way back home. I know it's just down the road a stop light or so maybe there's an on ramp or a sign pointing out the way to get back on that Ecstasy Highway. I stopped at a gas station talked to a guy who told me lefts and rights but my eye lids fluttered fell asleep right when he told me what I wanted to know and when I opened my eyes the station was closed not a soul around and I was running down unfamiliar roads. So if you hear a small lost voice in the night that's probably the sound of me standing at the crossroads of Self-pity and Remorse knocking at the Post Office trying to mail these words at a place that been long closed. Please give me a hug or two and send me on my way if you give me any advice I probably won't hear a word you say. You see I'm trying to make my way back again to that Ecstasy Highway.

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Mar 31, 2014

Mar 31, 2014 at 9:50 AM UTC

sjr1000

Can you please give me directions back to that ecstasy highway

Running down that Ecstasy Highway as fast as my little legs can carry me I'm blind as a bat with ear plugs But we were both searching through this night time skyway reaching out to touch some one and be touched. All the guide books said this is the way, turn right at Desire turn left at Oblivion and head on down to the neon lights, you can't miss it as long as you are riding that Ecstasy Highway. I was told some people find it at the end of a needle others wait for the drop of the cards and there are those who throw themselves off that mountain side cliff looking for the winds to ride. Some find it laying with you. I've gone somewhere else I can't describe made a wrong turn thought it was a Transcendental highway maybe because I've been up and down, made wrong turns right and left made a wrong turn at the corner of Sanctuary and Bliss. I'd ask directions but there is not a soul around, smacking my GPS lost beyond words with nothing familiar in neighborhoods looming stark cracked out buildings and broken street lights people with apocalyptic eyes even the cops won't come down here any more and the only help I've found the only guide I have is delusional and lost though occasionally profound dressed in piercings and tatoos and she keeps yelling at me something about going home to you. Too tired to go on. Had lost that bat back at the beginning of dawn finally sat down at the coffee shop at the corner of Love and Compassion ordered up some hot self-acceptance took a breath and looked around still looking for the way back home. I know it's just down the road a stop light or so maybe there's an on ramp or a sign pointing out the way to get back on that Ecstasy Highway. I stopped at a gas station talked to a guy who told me lefts and rights but my eye lids fluttered fell asleep right when he told me what I wanted to know and when I opened my eyes the station was closed not a soul around and I was running down unfamiliar roads. So if you hear a small lost voice in the night that's probably the sound of me standing at the crossroads of Self-pity and Remorse knocking at the Post Office trying to mail these words at a place that been long closed. Please give me a hug or two and send me on my way if you give me any advice I probably won't hear a word you say. You see I'm trying to make my way back again to that Ecstasy Highway.