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just a little Harley store
by Kristina WoodhillRose is Rose
was there with me
i strolled in behind her clickety, kickin' stiletto strut,
right past those massive columns,
wheeled chariots lining the walkway,
previews aslant and supported
for a comfortable leg-over mount;
this is where leather smells electric,
the slightest elbow bend crackles;
this is where black doesn't care
that it goes with everything -
it IS everything;
synesthetes would see black,
get it?
damn! escapes these lips,
smiling like a sinner in a side mirror,
knowing I'd worn the wrong shade;
(deep red may get you laid),
but a face here knows it may as well
match the road's blot it might meet
when riding behind takes
a bad, bad end
over;
the finger wants to stroke spine here,
Alice is in her wonderland;
chrome talks back,
solid paint shimmies
metal bends the mind
like a fork in some road
the mad hatter loans me
his biggest widest baddest smile
Rose pulls me out of the rabbit's hole,
her new boots boxed and revving;
Bob Seger is pulsing in my ear,
I don't need a map
12/02/2009 Posted on 12/03/2009
Copyright © 2025 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/03/09 at 12:38 PM Great ride Kristina all the way through. Hit the road babe! Just watch out for hitch-hikers. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 12/03/09 at 04:33 PM Love it! Lawd this one brings back memories for me I'm almost ashamed to admit to... I've literally ridden behind Red (not a red red rose, though) to a biker funeral in Baton Rouge (not helmets allowed!) and ANY color would get me laid when Red was around. Still remember the biker laid out in the parlor... and the party we threw to remember him by though I don't know HOW I remember it, considering... Thanks for this, haven't thought about Red in a while and often used to wonder what happened to him. |
| Posted by Maude Curtis on 12/03/09 at 04:48 PM Good tribute to the boys in leather. Tide the wild wind, keep your head low so the bugs don't get in your teeth. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/03/09 at 07:15 PM Luckily for the Harley bunch people are more violently opposed to fur than leather.I guess because it's safer to harass rich women than motorcycle gangs. Happy Ride-A-Hog Day! Funstuff! |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 12/04/09 at 10:09 AM This was a fun write and fun to read. Thanks for sharing, Kristina!(so cool to see another side of you revealed.) :) |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 12/04/09 at 09:28 PM A GREAT tribute to Harley riders. Good read. Well written. |
| Posted by Michael Faraday on 12/16/09 at 04:49 AM What they all said. Enjoyed it. m |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 01/02/10 at 03:09 AM A tour-de-force. Brilliant observations on the biker's scene. (A friend has me visiting Harley Davidson stores from time to time. Also, Biker's Week in the Myrtle Beach area brings one face to face with part of the Biker's life.) |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 01/02/10 at 04:48 AM Thanks for the ride. You capture the romance and the challenge, making them more than machines. You pull me into the culture. Never rode any of the metal version, but have admired them in their sparkling splendor. We were in Dakota two summers ago during the Sturgis rally. Devil's Tower echoed their deep unmistakable voice. Thanks Kristina. |
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