evolution poetic

Paul Levene’s Ride

Look at the trees! white

and grey green flying past in a stop

time blur like columns of light with

arch arms overhead

sweat drips, molten

lead on forehead

but my arms feel

Far ahead! feel dead on the wheel

Pound that pedal to the floor! don’t

think death it’s sophomoric

it’s a question with

no answer.

remember high school

Ha! look at me

now that hot english teacher with the legs

and poems they made fun of

my name for a week Fucking

longfellow! and that other one

death stopped for me

and the kids and the sun

it's dark as hell out good

thing i’ve got these goggles on.

that carriage too, was this

sweet black ferrari no lights no sound just

speeding up to eternity

140mph 4:00 the city

i liked that poem emily

what’s with all these poets anyway

long fellow over here dick son over there

blow? whoa not too much gotta

watch for cops

these tight turns you’d never

know i was an english major

how i met nora that

book she gave me

watch out for the undertoad

her smile in moonbeams

I can’t see! It’s all green!

and all that white a load

from beantown in the
trunk These fucking trees! how much

faster i could
go if