That Funny Road Again

Poetry cipher... 'because fortune favors the bold.'

THAT FUNNY ROAD AGAIN


I'm alone in my bed today,
tickle the throttle and pull on the choke.
Kick it through--
Kick it through--
Noon? One o'clock? I don't even care.
In a dreadful moment, long as an eon,
I reach up and switch on the key.
I didn't sleep well
without her there
gone into the wind for the highway again
in a peel of thunder and swarming like bees.
I think I'll just lay here all day
as white lines, blind, go into the sun, whose
wheels are rollin' and stirrin' the breeze.
The birds high-tail and the crowds careen...
my soul... reeling in the aftershock;
many motorcycles pour over a hill
like fire ants to attack the weak
of the nine-point-five I have to survive
that has taken me by suprise.
"Head south!" Said the west,
speaking from his eastern face.
Northern star has long been the guide
for V-Twin sound in my harmony song;
this bed is far too large.
Keep on--
Keepin' on!
For one so small as I
a heart may be unbroken
having, even though,
no particular place to go.