Skid Marks
February 22, 2012 by hames1977
Not a soul passes by but me
cradled on this steel machine
hugging the asphalt hard
chase the broken lines
fading into the infinite sky.
I see the tyre burning marks
like tattoos criss-crossing,
shifts of directions of going
and coming into your life.
A rugged kind of art
you have mastered
with speed. I surrender
to freedom, leaving
traces indelibly
creating loops-
togetherness
under heat
pressed
suffocated
in our bodies.
Raw, savagely
carefree.
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Solitude Amidst the Maddening Crowd
Oh now this, I love… brings back some great memories of those solo road trips. Just me, the car, the road, and the landscape. Sometimes not seeing another person for miles and miles.
dear sarah,
it’s a thrill to see your immortality, being free with the wide world and its untamed wild side. thanks so much for these tidbits of wonderful reverie.