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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

 

*

 

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

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.

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