gun it
gun it
part the fog
impart the air
with petroleum smog
the fumes of life
of dirt bike strife
i hit the ramp
and soar with
the dirt bike
gods

starlight flickers across the sky

dirt trickles hard across the floor

a smirk grins across the rider's face

deep stunts
ripping hard through
the construction paper countryside
a pint sized dirt bike
squeals as it tears across the fake land
its tiny motor gunning it like a mouse
the dirtbike leaves a scented marker trail of brown
as it advances to the edge of the cardboard universe
puffs of cotton smoke are gluesticked to the wheelied tire
a diorama of dirtbike essence