poems written on the fly

we ride when the sun sets

In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 12 June 2009 at 3:34 am

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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  1. 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

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