THIRTEEN

the links
upon the sprocket whirl
agog with the heady
crush happy girl
headlong
with a speedo spun
a crazy turn
and your daddies gun
you make them all
on your run

Turn and Burn

Beneath a ripe sun
golden hazed
the west coast
seashore
you have made
from midwest
corn belt
thunderous skies
down lengths
of smooth and
angled thighs

Riding out
dangerous
riot and wild
Riding out
headlong
unbroken
and tried

With angels looks
make your mother
cry
Blackheart and
free

Freedom means
to not turn back
but race the day
challenge the nite
the soul that burns
burns fastly bright
speed lash the
urge
lean in with
might

beyond the distance
beyond this sight

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