WAYLANDER
Kawasaki Ninja
he says i used to go
that fast as it rips
by us faster
fastest i ever went
was 165 before
you were born i
could feel
it right on
the top
of my head
pressing me
like you stop
listening out the window
your fingers flow like
dolphins through the blur
green, violet, green,
Corner of Drayton & Ansel
That's not just any old
man smoking a Swisher on
a crooked red porch watching
traffic Your lonely nights are
over That's Love sunburnt, leathery
Love, far-eyed Love looking
right through your Subaru But,
you asshole When the light
turns green you are just
going to go aren't you
Via Appia
cherry red sun he says alright
just listen and then he tells
you something in latin taking his
eyes off the road to watch
you listen behind him new york
welcomes you both and reminds you
to fasten seatbelts drive sober and
save a life by you miss
the rest and you look back
at him and he has fallen
quiet and the cattails the cattails
do not stop up and down
the highway shoulder into red horizons
behind you and ahead billowing billowing
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lemon yellow moon among the cattails
aglow he mutters while he pisses
wrinkled face brightening darkening in headlights
and you think about a shower
you once took tired as fuck
just sitting there letting water fall
lukewarm down your legs like God's
Blessings thinking about what were you
thinking about he climbs back into
the driver's seat rolls a Grape
Zig Zag hands it to you
expectantly something he said you smile
you laugh you roll down the
window new york welcomes you both
reminds you to fasten seatbelts drive
sober and save a life by
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Three Poems
by Nathan Copperwheat
Nathan Copperwheat is 21 years old, going to school in Bennington, Vermont. He often drives long distances, and writes lots of poems. He is vaguely from the east coast (New York, Rhode Island, South Carolina, etc.). His cat's name is Parmesan.