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Biker Poetry ... Ride Hard .... Read Fast ...
live in the wind .... don't stop dancing ....
even if the music stops ....



This biker poetry page is fantastic. I love it. You can spot old beat influences and a real Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance vibe throbbing alive here. But beneath all that, is the pure freedom that road traveling seems to fuel all expression with. Below is one from blaze.

night run
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blood moon hangs tangled in your triple tree
night sky black like bad burnt oil
stars fine metal shavings glinting there
intense the wind - not blowing - breathing...
barely there but lifts your neck hair
tights the skin around your eyes
and other places too...and chill so chill
a gasping sense of almost ice inside
there's something in the air...that scent...
you know the one - it drives you crazy -
makes you crank that throttle hard
too far too long...you pray no deer
from there to here - - - and then
you taste that thin eyed lost soul grin
lean on in
and laid out
let her fly
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blaze
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