Foot off the gas,
Feather the brake,
Rock in my gut.
(Source: “Speed Trap I”, 40×41: Midlife Crisis Postponed)
This comes early in a three-part poem called “Speed Traps”. Driving too fast. Again. Pardoned. Thank you, officer!
This poem cycle is actually about driving a car, not a motorcycle. It’s been many moons since I rode motorcycles. But I still dream, daydream, relive roads/rides.
Update: As of Spring 2015 this has now become a 4-part poem. Yes, pulled over again. I think I need therapy…