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qaudro jet turnpike roster

the dead heat
like a thrush pipe drone
emptying
doppler grotto

zebra lookout legs
on a worn rubber pedal
the chrome rings gleaming
like hot wings
pushing past the double
nickel
blacktop bed

blood text threshold
and the price on their
heads

inertia contour
sleek
delusion
the manicured
and mutiplexed
one hand on
the wheel

and a burner
on a Pall Mall

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Not sure but if this is another road trip with being wrapped in chrome while burners heat the highway, and other burners light the weeds then a good write.
Otherwise you lost me lol, Yours Ian.T

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

since eplipsey took the liscence I still dream of driving...
lately its of winter...the moon rising...from a memory of a lake
visit long long past.....very cold..the air is clearest and sharpest
and perhaps the mind too during these occasions
Winter brings with it a focus!

thank you!

author comment

I thought it was something away from physical touch as it switched as a dream where the mind is let free to wander the Earth.
Sorry about the ban on driving, though with your mind it is always possible.
It is hard to talk of these things without bringing in the Spiritual beings that touch our ways but that's another story.
Go well young wolf the homes that the Great Spirit dwells in are many.
Yours Ian.T

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

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