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I'd been searching for the narrative stream
of angel-headed hipsters,
walking straight and sweaty streets,
wondering where the empty guitar cases
and their young, poor, semi-talented
but enjoyably beatnik players were
when a yellow-stained finger hooked mine
and showed me the mystery-marring light
at the corner of a southern no where
where the best minds of my generation are laughing,
burning bright cherry pinpricks in a welcome cancer cloud.
That night, hiking up four flights of stairs,
the blackened ache in my chest
felt only like a fair price
for my stay in this seedy underworld of light companionship.
of angel-headed hipsters,
walking straight and sweaty streets,
wondering where the empty guitar cases
and their young, poor, semi-talented
but enjoyably beatnik players were
when a yellow-stained finger hooked mine
and showed me the mystery-marring light
at the corner of a southern no where
where the best minds of my generation are laughing,
burning bright cherry pinpricks in a welcome cancer cloud.
That night, hiking up four flights of stairs,
the blackened ache in my chest
felt only like a fair price
for my stay in this seedy underworld of light companionship.
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So, for our first Carolina Creative Writing Association meeting, we had to write (in our preferred style) about a place or thing on campus without saying what that place/thing was. I decided to be unintentionally esoteric and write about the Grotto (yes, it deserves a capital). Internetz to those of you who know the work(s) I'm borrowing from.
The story of the Grotto:
On the UNC campus, you aren't supposed to smoke anywhere but this one place in the middle of the campus (conveniently close to most classes) called the Pole. While it's a great place during the day in the shade, it's a far walk at night. Thusly, many decades ago, there arose into existence the Grotto, which is a somewhat seedy bridge corner where people smoke in blatant disregard to the rules.
The story of the Grotto:
On the UNC campus, you aren't supposed to smoke anywhere but this one place in the middle of the campus (conveniently close to most classes) called the Pole. While it's a great place during the day in the shade, it's a far walk at night. Thusly, many decades ago, there arose into existence the Grotto, which is a somewhat seedy bridge corner where people smoke in blatant disregard to the rules.
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Well, I see some "Howl" in there.
Very nice.
Very nice.