Standing in the full glare
Of day’s burning orb,
Moving relentlessly along;
Efficiently, it seemed,
Until it rolls to a stop
Before my weary feet.
I jump quickly,
Into cracked, creaking leather
Nestling between ample feminine flesh and thin air.
We move sedately
Along white paint on black tar,
Rumbling snuffles lulling me to peaceful slumber;
My head lolling gently against gray amidst tufts of yellow.
Until insanity arrives,
Wearing a chieftain’s cap
To sweep us almost on the nose
Of a blazing metal giant;
Escaping with nary an inch to spare.
“Think you blessed with
Harley’s lines and sleek design?
That you try to dance to music
Carried on wind chimes?”
I hear naught but the roar of my poor heart
Thundering loudly in agreement.
I watch warily through mud encrusted glass,
Holding onto railing;
Like the breast in a baby’s fist.
Lest I am thrown out
Out of the beast’s belly;
Like mere ruminal regurgitate.
Engine barks harshly,
Wrestling valiantly with the street’s steep incline,
Prickles of sweat dot my cold back;
My feet morph into pillars of support,
As we come to a shuddering halt;
Flinging me most unceremoniously
Into strong, gilded arms.
I step out shakily,
Limbs trembling tellingly,
The picture: a thousand words and more!
To this day,
The very sight of the yellow, amber-eyed beast
And the sound of its tinny, coughing growl;
Paralyzes my limbs
And lets loose my insides,
Releasing fiery fluid trails
Slowly into earth’s yielding mouth.