Eli J Tod

Dirtbikes

Rugged, cold
Impersonal
Roars to life
At a touch.
Tiger crouched
In the steel
Fiery tongue
A promise in the air
(Impact-abrupt
In the back
Of the mind)
Potent
The rush of
Power
Rebellion
Freedom
A high
Unlike any other.
Feet on the
Ground
Restless
Burning to
Race the wind.

Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 12, 2007
Poem Edited: Friday, February 25, 2011

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Comments about Dirtbikes by Eli J Tod

  • Careful with that dogma, my karma might hit it . (5/12/2007 12:14:00 PM)

    Ahhh, there's nothing better than the sound of ringing the neck of a well sorted bike.
    Ez.

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