Ploughing oily fingers

through unkempt hair.

Two fingering a quiff

down to eye level.

 

the mirror tells me

how cool I look,

and that is all American.

Leather and sneering lipped

 

thats me,bike boy

delivering thunder

into one horse towns

Harley style.

 

A dick loving chick

eyes me up outside the diner.

Takes quite a while

before I make her sorry she did

before she's forgotten

in clouds of blue smoke and wheel spun dirt.

 

Old faces gawk-

with fear!

To them we might as well

be aliens-only meaner!

A few gang banging

fight picking hours later

we ride

 

desperado's

reckless disciples

spreading the good word-

Brando is God!

 

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© Stef Wilde 2015