Treasure Island

Nicholas Peter


Aborigine


Dream-walking,
a transcendental state,
of mindless psychedelic pistol rounds,
popping in the dopamine addicted neurons.

A live movie theater,
of Olympian thunderbolts,
and Ra crazed sunshine,
receptors of crystal images,
playing on repeat.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013

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  • Lyn Paul (10/16/2013 8:26:00 PM)

    Interesting words, these people are such a huge part of our heritage. Thank you (Report) Reply

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