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1:09 A.M. SUNDAY NIGHT

faked by Thursday, January 20th, 2011

Burr & whine
from I-55.
The motorcycle
gangs are making their circuit.
I can hear them from my bed,
three quarters of a mile away.
Clad in neon green
kevlar & spandex they
circle the City, lurch and
wheelie in a godawful
blur. How they’re not
all in jail I have no idea, but
maybe it’s because there’s like
two dozen of them screaming by
at 140 m.p.h.

This entry was posted on Thursday, January 20th, 2011 at 2:25 pm and is filed under Gorjus, In Mississippi, Poetry. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. Both comments and pings are currently closed.

2 Responses to “1:09 A.M. SUNDAY NIGHT”

  1. Alec Eiffel says:
    January 21, 2011, at 11:03 am

    These punks are a nuisance and a danger. How do they even get away with it?

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