The difference between me
ingesting mushroom chocolates
and brownies with my friends from Texas,
sharing the moment with dancing buxom Dorothy’s
and hundreds of other freaks in the middle of a lightening storm
overlooking the mountains
during the Primus and Flaming Lips
giant bubble inflated show,
and just listening to it outside–
in what would amount to a massive waste of
time, energy, money and mileage
was a paperless ticket
bought from a guy who had an extra
(Asheville, NC, good music scene right?)
I prayed he would have the proper respect
for such a musical event
in his seemingly honest eyes.
After an hour of being in the long cavernous line
the usher scanned the laser gun to
the ticket’s bar code
revealing itself as the moment of the truth
the elation in my face said it all.
~Edward Austin Robertson~
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