Thursday, December 6, 2012

being bikechopper...

Have been long doing this
for just love playing with those ladies...
And after several hours of grease and grime
On the tank when airbrush the sign
and when the spark plug runs the first fire
and the sound of their hooting and purring rend the air...
I just love to take them for a ride...
a long one slicing the road of night...
O my ladies...of pure badass looks
and with jet set gasoline to keep them off the hook
Lowering the cg to the ground
keeping balance under a monstrous shroud
Chopper dreams when become plasmic real
More visions of aerodynamic builds I feel
as they drop one after another like a long battery of hope
on chartboard white rugged and broad...

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