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Brian McKenzie

Brian McKenzie

To motorcycle06/02/2016

Moto Poetry.

I rode last nite, pipes crackling of thunder
How far gone, I could only more wander
Full Moon fever beckoning down to the shore
Cast white shadows, rippled across the bay
Notes from songs long time gone - rattle a hum
stirring faded snapshots from best forgot memories
High and astride in the saddle , steed of chrome and steel
Galloping through deep curved apexes, pulling rivers edge
Chasing and hunting a more wreck - less youth
King of the bi-way, born to run, throttled capitalist tool.

Kings of the highway (with James Dean) - Chris Isaak
Kings of the highway (with James Dean) - Chris Isaak
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