A Poem: "Richard Bachman Tina Turner Overdrive"
Richard Bachman Tina Turner Overdrive by Chris La Vigna ( @Chris_LaVigna ) "May a thousand apocalyptic sirens Sing me to sleep I can’t be held responsible For what happens otherwise Condemned to roam the chasm Between calling and craving Evoking a certain style of desperation For maximum engagement These electric eldritch abominations Won’t let me die I’m the closest you’ll ever get to a hero Yet I’ve stolen so much Love simulations Rage amplifications Resonance, dissonance, dissidence, decay I can give it all away For the proper price Video violence Stretching the bandwidth Your identity rests On how much you can take I’m the closest you’ll get to a hero But I can’t save you Too busy staring Into a time loop mirror Birth, growth, rot Birth, growth, rot Ad infinitum Ad nauseam Still figuring out the difference All I know is: Legacy Is A Lie ...