For the past few months I have been rebuilding a 1974 smallframe. The
goal was to recapture a past never lived. An experiment.
Many deep cuts, flesh opening in random slits, my blood mingling with the motor.
Its blood visible in dark oily sickle shapes under my fingernails.
A hope to achieve absurd speeds.
This litle 2 stroke will fly, and I will too.
A question remains, what is the best way to get a green scooter down 4 flights?
Spring is here, and her blue eyes are in my dreams. She blushes when she sings.
No comments:
Post a Comment