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Biker Poems PitStop
OUTLAWS JOURNAL
I can't write with the light on I must write in the dark.  So that the words come seance-like.  My Bullet words my lightning words you want to feel my words?  All you gotta do is dance.  Spin away from the Law no gravity hold you back.  My words are alcohol, make you delirious.  My words written in the dark with no light are luminous words you can drink.  Words you can feel liquor words, you can get drunk on.  Dime store words with diamonds Outlaw shine of diamond dog love.  Touch away gunslope hothouse fever, middle of the street kinda love, cantina blues kind of love. Slap leather and shoot kinda love snake moan juju kinda love.  Chicken shack slope of her back kinda love.  Snakehip mama graveyard moan kinda love.  Touch in the dark kinda love. Words in the dark kinda love. Make shine out of the darkness kinda love. Low seat sage burn kinda love. Ankle bone blast home kinda love. Taste my ghost words kinda love. Shakin fever kinda love. Train whistle moonlight kinda love. Hot hands kinda love. Take the train inside kinda love. Thundering blood kinda love. Hungering gut kinda love. We like to drink on backstairs sticky with lovewine. Her body a goldmine. Truth is that the alphabet you invent yourself. Nothing but your own blood raised to a fever pitch, words made like love in the darkness.
Follow Me
AS I POLISH THE PEARL HANDLE...
WITH GENUINE SIX GUN TENDERNESS I CANT HELP BUT WONDER IF BEING A SURVIVOR AUTOMATICALLY QUALIFIES ME TO MAKE DEMANDS
DARK WHISPER
YOUR DIRTY LOVE CRAWLS TO ME FROM THE DARK CALLING TO ME FROM THE DARK.  CALLING TO ME IN A WHISPER RUMORS THAT SOUND LIKE TRUTH STORIES THAT CLOUD MY DREAMS.  DARK WHISPERS FROM MY HEART THAT TELL ME LIES
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LAST UPDATED ON  02/07/01