Vortex Im an outlaw like Jesse James and through here, I make my escape. With guns ablaze and tempers flared this delivers me from my scrape. In a vortex, I hitch a ride to leave this funky world behind. The wormhole to the multiverse makes me harder for them to find. I execute a shoulder roll as I poke out the other side. Extraction complete; Im alone risking such a wild ride. I pop a squat to catch my pulse and breathe heavily like I do. Look around while I load my gun... Yeah – The scenery here is new. What once was an urban setting is THIS rapturous land I found. Just desert dust and tumble weed; the moaning wind, the only sound. With my steel slung low cross my hip I venture into the city. What I find furrows my noggin; no one to rob or loan pity. The outpost right heres WIDE open but theres no multitude around. Refuse and books - all left behind minus any BOOTS on the ground. My fight or flight screams in my ear replaced by a spine chill or two. Whatever happened prior here lends post apocalyptic hue. With speed more than accuracy I dial the remote control. The device strapped around my wrist gives summon another portal. I plug my nose and dive right in to find a better dimension. But nothing could quite prepare me for what Im too dumb to mention. The floor of a concrete jungle finds me painfully on my ass. Horses I see nowhere around their carriages here run on gas. Light shown straight from a glowing bulb; since no such thing as open flame. No outhouse behind the woodshed in a closet they leave their shame. I shake my head in disbelief and hunker here down for a spell. Within a darkened alleyway for the moment I choose to dwell. Once again I open the gates to slide back to a simpler time. Where I can sort of fit right in and continue my life of crime.
Posted on: Thu, 08 Jan 2015 17:17:50 +0000
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