Yeeeeeehaaaaaaaaaa!
This thrill? that can kill……
Ride……..
Feeeellll the WINDddwindddddddddd
WHIP..whip*~~~~~~~
your skin.
G forces of sensation
PRIMEprime the PUMPpump* for the
s e n s oaaaaaaaaaaaaaaary ~~~
deprived
Air gasping open gilled
life near.. yet LIFE’S DEATH**… the razor’s edged path
This thrill?
This thrill can kill………
Yet, composure,
s e n sayyyyyyyyyy tion
vvvviiiiiibrbaaaaatiiiiiiioon
Die! Why die! FLYYYYYYY
RIP! ROAR! RIDE! RIDE*>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
the wind on this PRETTY UGLY** Harley's skin.
This heartless surrogate horse
without FAIL SAFE**
R I D E!
* alliteration **oxymorons
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2009
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