Motorcycle
The chrome plated beast waits
clean cold and quiet
in the dark
eager for the command
allowing a spark.
Fire noise and fumes
exhumed
from a cool humid and shallow
grave.
Holocaust laser lights
tonight.
Greed and speed
cuts a crescent smoothly
as the Highway bleeds
under my feet.
I am moving
energy.
The Graces have empty spaces between their teeth through which they whistle little ditties of loveliness, altogether not concerned with much of anything. They open windows of clouds every morning with the sunrise and yawn toward all the human debris. They laugh down upon
degenerates who sleep sneakily on the beach with sand in their ears and no dreams in their heads. They beam down on waxed black luxury automobiles that race guiltily home along palm lined streets, over bridges, through electric gates, and then under automatic garage doors. Give a carefree kiss to everyone they can catch, careful to pick out the cursed and condemned. Kissing, kissing, we are the Graces and now you are beautiful, and aren't we nice besides. Go check the mirror. You have been smiled upon by the Graces, and by the way; have a really nice
day.
The chrome plated beast waits
clean cold and quiet
in the dark
eager for the command
allowing a spark.
Fire noise and fumes
exhumed
from a cool humid and shallow
grave.
Holocaust laser lights
tonight.
Greed and speed
cuts a crescent smoothly
as the Highway bleeds
under my feet.
I am moving
energy.
The Graces have empty spaces between their teeth through which they whistle little ditties of loveliness, altogether not concerned with much of anything. They open windows of clouds every morning with the sunrise and yawn toward all the human debris. They laugh down upon
degenerates who sleep sneakily on the beach with sand in their ears and no dreams in their heads. They beam down on waxed black luxury automobiles that race guiltily home along palm lined streets, over bridges, through electric gates, and then under automatic garage doors. Give a carefree kiss to everyone they can catch, careful to pick out the cursed and condemned. Kissing, kissing, we are the Graces and now you are beautiful, and aren't we nice besides. Go check the mirror. You have been smiled upon by the Graces, and by the way; have a really nice
day.
I really like your posts, very thought provoking to say the least