Deep Tissue 3Large, low-growing, pale-yellow flowertinted pink tips growing along freeway?
Only a So Cal native’s painted imagination
Bridge railings echo pipe vibrations back to my earsVery much aware of my space without a clue where I am
Far from where I started, nowhere near where I’m going,“. . .
you can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave
I hunker lower into his leather backkeep cheap sunglasses from flying off my headprevent 70mph tearing my tear ductsMy miniscule parachute sleeve fliesCool breeze crawls up my armI draw him even closer
We’re tight together on the same ride
Yet, I wonder about his thoughtsHe often says motorcycle rides glide you
amongst man’s scents pedaling off moist stems
Cans travel through elementsone location to anotherunaware of what steams inside wind curlsHe says riding in a can is no way to live