Candle Oil Fragrance

the quivering and dodging

StealStreet

car after car, after car...

tires, chrome, windows flashing by

and the purring of the engine

I have driven into a beehive

with my motorcycle!--life!

I slant to the side, right and left

the wind slaps my face, my chest

my face feels like a mashed mug.

I see my way ahead, turns, curves

cars and boulevards, bridges

grass, streets that--that's all but flashes....

My steel, chrome and rubber horse

is burning up its internal guts,

its pumping pistons, is like a drug

as I dodge, and stretch the white

lines on the street into one--;

the cars, and trucks...one by one

by one by one, I sail around them

like a bullet, over and over I

escape, jumping the corners and

leaping the curves...running, darting,

spurting... through elephants

on all sides of me; it's all in the motor

the wheels, the dizziness, the high,

the legs and arms, and eyes, all in the

reflexes, the breathing...smells;

its hot motor wants to fly... I have

a freedom an inflamed spirit

I hear nothing but everything

it is all one... these sounds,

one big plunge, thrust--

into a nervous heart that

keeps pumping and pumping

passing and passing--(and if

I stop, I have to rewind...)

and dodging the wind, the cars

and the sharks, and the birds,

and the dogs and the figures

figures, figures, figures,

people, people...poles and

and empty lots, then

I become exhausted with life!

Now what?

No: 1922 7-27-2007 Moving and condensed poetry, poetry that captures the movement and spirit of the theme is seldom done, and can only be done by someone who has experienced the motion, the condensed actions, and here we have a trip around the city on my motor cycle, I have not driven one for a while but like the poet Juan Parra Del Riego, enjoyed it when I did and when I do. And so I dedicated this poem to Him. Inspired by Juan Parra del Riego. This style of poetry has several rhythms to it, called Polirritmo.

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