Moto Guzzi Outside the Tate

Moto Guzzi outside the Tate Oh glistening awesome motor stallion your dovetailed bars, the windscreen’s sheen you are indeed a work of art each time I mount your leather saddle your growling maelstrom comes to meet your parody of love and travel lest not to trust the judge’s gavel thus speed the seed the heavens open red as lust and sunshine clear shine the night the organ’s treble ring the changes speedy devil stills God’s palate, rest the roar