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Fuck ’n Roll


Endless road before me.
Traffic signs and white lines
pass in the corners of my eyes
A vulture circles in heaven
hunting for prey.

Beside me rides my shadow
on his way to the horizon.
Hangover in my saddlebags
1600 cc bang a monotone beat
in my head

Was my breakfast
blond or red this morning?
Naked memories
bounce tattoos, piercings, beer and beat
in my brain.

I still feels her fingernails in my back.
The wind whispers
moaning through my head.

My balls are empty
For today…

 
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Geplaatst door op 5 april 2012 in Poetry-English

 

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