Leather necking wind

Corners on black road surface lust

where devils wink

and angels fly off

to safer clouds

leaving behind Tommy Knockers

and café racers chasing

shadows into curves

where knees kiss the road

and shoulders slip the bounds

of gravity

while tires lick flat black

and side bend

hanging between the

death of beyond and the clouds

of now

as the riders beat the leather

into sweat

tasting speed

spitting at careful

dashing for the next

of what’s up front.


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