The Bike (February 2007)

The Bike – February 2007

The bike
- with a motor –
is the only way to travel
The Power
The Glory
The Wind
slapping my face
The Connection
with my surroundings
I’m somehow
more in tune
with the streets
with the people
with the road.
I’m also more in tune
with the assholes
who seem determined
to bump me
to cut me off
to win the battle
for a driving lane
and kill me
in the process.
Pity
the poor car
a dome over the driver
A shield
from the environment
and god’s beauty
They envy me
until it rains
and even then
it feels good
(like sex – even when it’s not great
it’s perfect…
for a guy anyway…)
But on the bike
the color of nature
is more vibrant
the air surrounding me
more invigorating
and the road
more commanding
I am king
on the bike
I feel like I am
on a throne
A big, fat
Harley throne
Located far above the kingdom
But still in sight
of my admiring followers
with biker chicks
as my obedient angels
But when I park
Or ride past a mirrored window
I realize I am on a scooter
A Honda 50
that actually rocks!
and gets me better gas mileage
than any of you fukers
Hey,
It’s still freedom
I rule!