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I HEAR THESE HIGH WHINE MOTORCYCLES

I hear these high whine motorcycles

shatter the night

a night with no mysteries

except the ones created

reading sam shepard cowboy americana

stories….faintly familiar

a slice of discontented independence

held together by pride

created to perpetuate the myth

of the individual,

who knows the fundamentals of

good and bad

and basic right and wrong

He doesn’t explain and he doesn’t complain

he holds a moral compass

for guidance

and a silver bullet fantasy for comfort

a modern day drifter

don’t you hold on to nuthin’ too long

willie nelson hums thru memory