“Ligurian Coast”

Posted on January 1, 2013 by ABSTRACT KING

I am having trouble keeping up with my ears. They go faster than my mind’s able to steer in the tunnels we take. Yellow lights, road’s segmented while lines. Quick and fast hollows we make. Under the ground, clouds cover out tracks. From Casori, quindici amici (ah-me-chi, fifteen friends) lost amongst pink and black. All follow different paths; back. Grappa laden, it help digestion, smoke and four hours of food. The party has a mood, simile a full moon. Tranquillo; “Slow Food”. Take your time and have some wine, vino rosso, bianca, spumate are all fine. Wash it down; never a frown. Hashish spins us around, Chiavari’s the home town. Safe and sound through all check points; bigletto and tears Kiara; please have no fears pushed through Mozta and Maximo’s hospitality arriving home; Livorno nine and forty-three Australians take care of me. We all shall see; Bald Eagles our my sleep; Dreams lucid with color and adrenaline complete. Bye, by Abstract King.

About ABSTRACT KING

I'm originally from a small town in Central Texas, Lampasas. In the early stages writing was often spurred by some emotional event. What is currently on the Abstract King website is "the tip of the iceberg" so to speak. A pile of indecipherable hand written journals, thousands of photos, and hundreds of hours of video have sat collecting dust in storage over the years. Wondering about the effects fire, flood, or death would have on this massive amount of "me", drove me to create something more permanent. So, I began digitizing all the written words, editing, and sharing pieces with friends. The site is an extension of the positive feedback and intrinsic value I have received since. For the sake of creation, I put it out there for you. If you have an emotional response along the paths in my kingdom, then that's a bonus!
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