Ride

surging hot curves & falling dips falling back negotiating rural night black full beam

staggering hairpin one in four flashing of chrome and shine head lit ‘phantom black’

paint; midday seashine sunflash arseache . . .  yawning morning motorway windblast

high speed corridor legsore boredom & anxiety lookingout for red flash; getting on summer 

leathersweat I Wanna Be Your Dog; passing shining yellow smudge greengold

leaning past surging through & up high velocity flowing blood rush to climbing cloud immensity

sublime white on blue, the whole universe is natural, petrol rubber powerhouse metal heat with

my baby 'bout half past eight dipping and cresting waves of asphalt sky headfull howling, roaring

legs fucking horseboxed & queued cages & cage riders dreary distances exhausted

                                                                                                                       gorgeous

benumbed drop-off seascape dusking purgatorial night revelling dream legs arm up with

                                                                                                                       bottle.