a doubtful cocktail...

motorbike at Hastings...

addiction rapture

locked in the powerful vibes

of motorbike thrills

to feel the roaring purr

of throbbing engines

to lean into the rush

of a long straight road

and

to sway with the dance

of winding bends

to brave dusty tracks

strewn with rocky check-points

and to be sure no vehicle

would dare to try 

to reach the vague towns 

of yesteryear 

and touch the pulse 

of pioneers

I somehow sense

the motorbike rider

could easily be

today's lone pioneer

appreciating the good 

and the bad

of the world

as a passing parade

up close

and real

and I

as an addicted rider

love it that way