Not since P.T. Barnum
Was someone able to
Capture our attention
Get us excited about the egress
Now he emerges
Like a heavenly body
From a distant staring point
Listen to the roar of his bike
As he cranks the handle
One last time
I can see him coming
To reach critical speed
In mid-air - - then clearing the last object
I can't see his landing
He shoots in semi-control
Towards the egress
Whatever he had
We all could use a little in our lives
I hope he left some for us
In the sparks of his trail
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tom! He's ridin his Harley now, in the sky! Jumping clouds as they stream by! The thunder that now rings in ears; is EVIL speed shifting through the gears! *10*! Thad