Best Snaking Poems

Anti-Poem — “Snaking It To Venice”

(Poet’s Instruction: Play “The End” by the Doors loudly, while reading this anti-poem)

it’s you and me baby inside this gliding duster
this ’74 green plymouth cruising machine blasting
spit fire and gasoline grenades into the LA sun
snaking it to venice on the...

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Calling upon a silver snake,
the bell tolls for me, I'm waiting
Lest I be forlorn in a new land,
uncertainty knows my name.

A stranger to a place unknown,
open eyes veil in mystery.
What has a plan for me,
pretense of a forsaken dream.

Did I not say this was my...

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