And I will
rip up the night
raise hell
for the hell of it
ride until the
road rolls up
behind me
until my tires
burn off the rims
and the sun
comes up to
stop me
dead
in my tracks
(D. James)
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we will feed the road
unmeasured amounts
hold you and let go
pick you up and throw
until the sun comes out
and takes its toll