Burnout Desperado and the Long Ride of the Horizons Road

Nicholas Viglietti

My fingers played mellifluous sentences, until one in the morning on the board of keys. I recall

the movie...even Blade, had emotions to bleed...reflections on the beauty of a heart-beating

existence gone up in smoke...and I screech, right along. Big burnout dreams...light up the

distance, and I’ve got to go...you see, there’s a schedule to keep, and the midnight hours boil my

soul – mark me down for some south-of-the-border beers & margarita magic – prior to the kicks

that death will serve me up, down the road. G.R.’s a busy man...the verdict of my drunk

contentment is an unlicensed sham...but only a fool would blindly follow the rules imposed by

mere mortals – scribed in ink by their fragile hands – you wake up and choose the free form of

your flow – the moment the impulse strikes – realize the universe, God upstairs, and the spirit are

guided by noble, holy poignancy – power to the soul, greater than the triviality this flimsy earth

demands. I’ve slept in sacred lands...sipped on the pina-colada-full moons, sucked through the

straw of a swift gulf coast breeze...pushed plastic pedals for 700 brutal miles, on the of the edge

of the rocky Pacific surf – we are like shores crumbling into eternity...chatted with God more

than monks...loved dangled locks, and locked it down – ring-cuffed – she stopped the beat of my

heart, the moment I saw her, standing in my Vans. It’s all movement – seldom do we make

action – the shape of my point broke up the radio static of who I am – most teeth chatter like

screenplays – it's the individual’s burden to shoulder the temporary length of years – shine like

survival satisfaction, and don’t forget the mystical moments, between the suffering, the smiles,

and the things done, the lamented mistakes, decisions made because we are fueled by emotional

fear, spinning for traction.

Nicholas Viglietti is a writer from Sacramento, CA. He started writing in high school. After which, he served in the Americorps – two years rebuilding houses on the gulf coast in the wake of Hurricane Katrina, and one year working on a trail crew in the Montana/Idaho wilderness. He graduated from Humboldt State University. Now, he works for the cheap and attempts to get words published under his name. Nicholas is a Hawaiian-shirt aficionado, a pina-colada connoisseur, and enjoys hot, lazy days by the pool with his wifey.