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another image in a rear-view dusk
So, we’re crusin- Wyatt Fonda, Billy Hopper
(on those famous panhead choppers,)
and me, out of place, on my Triumph:
a 21st century, Brit impersonation of Billy’s own machine.
I’m in a mutated late sixties biker film scenario:
my back against a desert highway sunset:
riding east.
The road noise replaced by the sound of
Paul Brady and the Forest Rangers doin’
Gimme Shelter.
The rear-view: mirror framed display of Utah:
Monument Valley, drenched in reds and oranges
(the place of Hollywood imaginary westerns).
Sound over replaced:
Check my Brain.
Alice assures me: California ‘s alright.
The road shapeshifts.
Signs change.
Wyatt lost face: another image in a rear-view dusk.
Billy faded to ghost: smilin’ like a dope dealing Cheshire cat,
icon of the Hollywood rebel.
I’m Sunday alone on a bible belt interstate, heading south
looking right
at the sunset of my adolescence’s demise.
Upload completed. Mortality no longer an issue,
everything that was
what I am: gone to archive-
and it’s alright that
you never
even
knew
my
name...
(on those famous panhead choppers,)
and me, out of place, on my Triumph:
a 21st century, Brit impersonation of Billy’s own machine.
I’m in a mutated late sixties biker film scenario:
my back against a desert highway sunset:
riding east.
The road noise replaced by the sound of
Paul Brady and the Forest Rangers doin’
Gimme Shelter.
The rear-view: mirror framed display of Utah:
Monument Valley, drenched in reds and oranges
(the place of Hollywood imaginary westerns).
Sound over replaced:
Check my Brain.
Alice assures me: California ‘s alright.
The road shapeshifts.
Signs change.
Wyatt lost face: another image in a rear-view dusk.
Billy faded to ghost: smilin’ like a dope dealing Cheshire cat,
icon of the Hollywood rebel.
I’m Sunday alone on a bible belt interstate, heading south
looking right
at the sunset of my adolescence’s demise.
Upload completed. Mortality no longer an issue,
everything that was
what I am: gone to archive-
and it’s alright that
you never
even
knew
my
name...
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