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Behind Your Motorbike

Your not so subtle
sagacious whims
cradled in brass knuckles
flummoxed
when you stripped
the callused skin
into a brusque
mad sea
of enigmatic
enthralls -
Have you seen
the albatross shuffled
its seaward compass
inveigled to your
thermal fan?

Where were you
behind the machine
that bludgeons
your words -
a rivulet of
well juggled daggers
double-edged
gambles?
Inside a chamber
stale as brittle bones
but the vulnerability
exonerates
the shy lacquer.

As you basked
in the piquant taste
of squalor
in your red cigarette
concealed behind
the blearing smoke
and the dry beer
rummaging
with you words,
Your soul -
soused in a quagmire
of kerosene
awaits for a fire
to ignite
your oblivious nights
We basked in the luxury
of your hidden empire
and wager for the sight
of its saluting banners

The air sculling
into your body
as you tear the streets
in a moonless night
in your motorbike
sifts into
a comely rubble

So stretch your arms
and let the cold
gnaw unto
the intoxication;
Let the shadows
cast themselves
in cobwebbed strings
but do not run
away;
And do not chase
the beacons of your
headlights

Just breathe in
for today
and spew the cheap thrills
for these shabby
little heavens
perched upon
your reticent palms

poem by Norman Santos
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