Nirvana Blow-out

I want to drive a radio-controlled car around a labyrinth
Experience nirvana at the scaled-to-size speed,
of one-hundred-and-sixty miles per hour.

Negotiate the curves
(designed for meditative reflection)
like a chicane at Silverstone.

Take pit-stop at the patch of rough ground at the edge,
where the labyrinth-builders erred slightly,
yet which adds to its perfection.

And plant a black-and-white chequered flag
in the centre,
and screech to a halt at this point of pseudosymmetry.


And perhaps, later in the evening,
to return, and walk the labyrinth step-by-step,
and see if all that damn hippyshit is worth it.



© 2009 Colin Johnson