A POEM - THE WORLD WAS AT OUR FINGERTIPS

THE WORLD WAS AT OUR FINGERTIPS
We were dumping back Bintangs,
Well, I was, anyway.
He was asking me about mushrooms,
Because he planned on doing some soon,
When he found a safer place
Than Indonesia.
“drugs,” I said with a smile,
“I view ‘em like most other things.
May as well give ‘em a whirl.”
He bent his head
And laughed in his quiet, Japanese way.
The world was at our fingertips,
As we sat there and drank beers,
At some bar in some shit-town in Indo.
The world was at our fingertips,
And we were happy to let it slip away.