12-17-2018, 01:00 AM
I can't break out of a narrative, if it's about a motorcycle accident I love the imagery but for deeper metaphorical symbolism I'm not quite there.
(12-16-2018, 03:19 PM)Wjames Wrote: Gravel punctures the tire's lung great line
and I roll down the hill into the brush,
branches clawing at my face
and hands, drawing blood. Appropriate line break between face and hands, branches drawing blood on the body, hands drawing blood on the pavement or face, face, was there a helmet?
I stand up slowly, of course you do, but it's too telling,
stones stuck inside the skin treating the motorcycle leather like a body part
I wear above my heart. But why? Thankful for the clothing, motorcycles are life, I think I get 'what' you're saying, but I'm not convinced 'why'.
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