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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Forbidden Chocolate I was riding psychedelic, Riding Electric Ladyland, Inside The long wheezing worm, Riding easy, Through the black snoring night, Aboard the Amtrak Southwest Chief, Roaring and rumbling, Down the track for distant Kansas, Heading east, To silent Garden City. I had donned white earbuds in Barstow, Connected umbilically, To my ITunes universe, And stoned as Hendrix himself, On forbidden chocolate, I rode in the windowed lounge car At midnight, Observing the vast darkness of America, At 90 miles an hour. As Jimi dazzled me with Voodoo Child, From 1968, On his white Fender stratocaster, I saw before me, The imploding annihilation of the universe, With passing strobe-light torpedoes, Pelting my mind like exploding hail stones; The distant country lights flying by, And through me, In a whirring surreal-like blur. I was riding psychedelic, Riding Electric Ladyland, Inside The long wheezing worm, Riding easy, Through the black snoring night, Across the California expanse Of wind and sand and stars; Across the rich pallets Of Arizona and New Mexico, The upper tranquil reaches Of southern Colorado; The high flat Kansas plains, Listening to Jimi tear apart the world Like a rampaging Godzilla, Coming into Tokyo with his fiery axe! I saw colors and shadows, And strange tracings out there, Flickering like swamp bugs In the dry darkness, Aboard the Amtrak Southwest Chief, Roaring and rumbling, Down the track for distant Kansas, Heading east, To silent Garden City.
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