easy rider

you, easy rider. on your harley
our shadows move faster than we do. we glide
we ride away from the sun — it’s better in darkness
better to be a little frightened. blinded by headlights —
I don’t trust you with my soul but you can have my life
I don’t trust you anywhere but on the back of your bike.
and you love to be looked at, and you are. loud pipes.
I cannot hear myself think and it is heavenly. freeing —
and you say you’re phlegmatic and I say
that’s a fucking ugly word. and not true. look at the fire
in your eyes. stop lying. stop laying down with dogs.
lay with me. easy rider, are you free?
hard to say. come be free with me.

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