Over and Out

by Ridge   Sep 16, 2015


I think I'm over and out
A bit hungover as well
I fail to adjust here down south
Live to play another day

In the middle of it all, after all, rise and fall
Green eyed girl scopes out the view, she loves to admire the universe
Kiss me on the cheek, turn me into a tiny creature

I fight law with the hillbillies,
hipster cult and blue-collar gangsters
New York city is soaked in fear
Trashed boutiques - incendiary atmosphere
World wide virus, world wild frenzy
Brazen crimes fading mysteriously
She's got nasty leans, shows off her cut mini skirt
Over and out, through a kaleidoscope

I think I must be over and out
In between cabin fever and fibromyalgia
I feel the need to cast away
Live to play another day

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  • 2 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    This is excellent. What stands out to me is that every line says something important - there's no wasted space here. Well done and all the best,
    Ben

  • 2 years ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    Hello,

    This is a deep write. . .

    I think I'm over and out
    ^
    a nice way of saying 'finished'
    A bit hunger over as well
    ^
    did you mean 'hungover'?
    I fail to adjust here down south
    Live to play another day
    ^
    Adjusting to a new environment can make one feel like opting out. All in all a great first stanza.

    In the middle of it all, after all, rise and fall
    ^
    nice alliteration, it helps the pace, grace the race...

    Green eyed girl scope out the view, she loves to admire the universe
    Kiss me on the cheek, turn me into a tiny creature
    ^
    I like the change in format. A cryptic message. A jealous girl who is able to reduce men to mice with a kiss, perhaps?

    I fight law with the hillbillies,
    hipster cult and blue-collar gangsters
    New York city is soaked in fear
    Trash boutiques - incendiary atmosphere
    World wide, world wild fever
    Brazen crimes fading mysteriously
    She's got nasty leans, shows off her cut mini skirt
    Over and out, through a microscope
    ^
    An intense life, a torrent of experiences within a city that never sleeps. This intensity is like being viewed, inspected with a microscope.

    I think I must be over and out
    In between cabin fever and fibromyalgia
    I feel the need to cast away
    Live to play another day
    ^
    The pain is physical and mental. A need to escape to find relief.

    A very good poem here.

    Take care,

    Michael

    • 2 years ago

      by Ridge

      Thanks for the time to post this comment!
      I wrote it in urgency so that I could change it later on not to forget - now I've edited it
      It is indeed to tackle social and professional anxiety - struggle between reality and illusion - thus looking through a kaleidoscope like what a person under influence would see. The search for constant loopholes to beat the stress but who curse you unfortunately.