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you're riding with the big boys now. i. there is something about them: big boys. riding motherfuckers. i'm drawn. moth. flame. flamed-moth. ii. (it's a lived in kinda life. a godamned lived in kinda life.) iii. going helmetless on the highway is every chance you'll ever take. going a hundred or more, flat tire will take you out. or maybe the dude, texting his next fuck, might never even think to see ya as he changes lanes. iv. there is this fluidity that takes place. this zen moment that keeps on breathing. (and it takes my breath away.) v. i call him: me 'cause it's easier. his proper name is more than a mouthful. vi. and i'm riding. with a big boy now. |
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| this gives me real lana del rey vibes a fast paced life of chances taken, framed in faded polaroids | Posted on 2016-09-27 00:00:00 | by EshyFishy | [ Reply to This ] | dropped back by this one...still gives me a kick...the way you present the moment...i feel the speed, the need---the edge. | there are these moments many do not understand....but we do...poets do...it is like capturing a word at a certain time and using it to freeze a feeling. nice stuff jacob | Posted on 2012-09-16 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] | So I completely dig this. I got that smartass mixed with a James Dean kinda vibe while reading it. I love this line : | (it's a lived in kinda life A godamned lived in kinda life) So simple, yet badass with a type of tired knowledge. Thank you for the interesting read :) | Posted on 2012-07-12 00:00:00 | by MmR | [ Reply to This ] | I loved reading this, for many reasons. | But I'm far too lazy to get into the why and how of it all. Ya rebel. | Posted on 2012-06-21 00:00:00 | by trinityfinger | [ Reply to This ] | this i like. | for many reasons. in new zealand you MUST wear a helmet if youre on a bike. i used to have a bike and i always wore my helmet [and my helmet TOTALLY saved my life on one occasion] except this one time at 5am when i was so tired and so frazzled that i got dressed and ran out the door and got on my bike and got half way to town before i realised how beautiful it was to have the wind blowing through my hair and how it shouldnt be something i could feel... and then i felt rebellious... and then i felt alive... and then i felt free... i love the parts of this i used to love messing round with different parts making a whole though im not sure words like me enough to mess around with anything any more. i am glad i stumbled across this. yes. | Posted on 2012-06-18 00:00:00 | by Someones Epiphany | [ Reply to This ] | in a pool somewhere between "death" and "defying" | is likely where my heart is lying a bright smear on a cool slab where double yellow chaos is keeping tabs on the rate of speed, the rate of climb transcending safe zones and making fools sublime instruments with no inking when the pack retracts its claws and the journey ends... | Posted on 2012-06-15 00:00:00 | by rws | [ Reply to This ] | the moment this poem is zen. | all of the events depicted that could happen...without a helmet.... i see meanings of how we can live life...either constantly holding back to protect ourselves or letting go without a helmet and taking chances...cause life doesn't feel like life unless we let go. we have to face the possibility of adversity to enjoy what we achieve. i love the part about the moth...nicely done there. yes, "it's a lived in kind of life" that's the best kind.. i also like how this is broken up into the parts..almost resembling the idea of how riding without a helmet and getting into an accident could cause us to be broken up into parts. jacob | Posted on 2012-06-14 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] | |
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