Portrait of a cultural meme. Inspired by the YouTube analyses of Einzelganger.
Slicked back with motor-oil:
a glimmer of gin across my teeth
back the Sun-glare.
Perceiving the world as that sickly yellow-tint
seen through knock-off Ray-Bans.
Cruising the open-air of my hotrod:
my stolen bicycle.
I live and let live,
cheering on the chic, autistic child’s crusade
whose army of cumbersome, b-movie robots
I have hired
to endlessly calibrate
Drunk on canned margaritas,
at the loom of a well-rehearsed yarn,
I remind my orphan
how I expatriated my senior year of high-school.
Anecdotal ayahuasca babes of Paraguay
know life is just a road-trip.