A Gentle Trip Poem by James Trotter

I'm trying to inhale the world
Understand it, know it, and live in it
so, with constant struggles, I wonder the streets
In search of the crazed, the demented
Essentially, the fun
In this search I've found nothing
But… I'll keep searching, searching, searching
Wondering dumbfounded into the night
Stumbling drunkenly down the sidewalk
Perhaps in search of a parking spot
Some place to sit down, relax, cut the wind
And maybe a figmented Haiden Greeno or Neal Cassady will come along
Someone to fill my, calm, mind with wonderment
And excitement, craziness
And cry, 'Please deliver me from this place'
When I've travelled to my 'land'
I'll cry, 'Please, don't package me into a mailman's carrier bag'