going on a bender...

Heading towards the fun,
in the warm northern sun,
sliding through the sugar cane,
the warming beer and drunken cheer,
dilute the sullen sunset,
with wave after wave,
of serene shades of pink and red.
Drive north forwards fast to renew,
pleasant yet half-arsed old acquaintances,
while the real tea storm brews down south.
We hide not from the full front of the storm,
but rather bide our time in the tranquillity of the north,
to allow the psychotic psychotropic subtropical trip-fest time,
to develop the debauchery to its fullest potential,
before we unleash the gods of war,
along the hell-bent heath,
of the lands of southern north coast exposure.
Time to kill in these parts is time to waste,
but not time to want everything.
The search for the unknown is much braver,
than the search for the already known and unwanted.