Poem -

Vroom Men Hood

Vroom Men Hood

Some dude from
vinyl city revs engine
of his dirt bike to the max
blasting the air

testosterone roars throughout
his every bone and fiber
broadcasting deafening
nauseating mating clear

Homo sapien primal
(atavistic urge) culled dear
ring lee from bajillion
years old genealogy,

sans chromosomal
blueprint in heir
writ tens of thou
sands sieve generations

ah...momentarily, there
pervades a stillness,
which golden imponderable
silence savored heavenly,

gloriously, and fully with delight,
unsure when the next fume ming
fuel blast will excite
the truant high

school kid delinquent
stinting precious
education, viz flight
o' fancy to race beginning

at dawns early light
ear splitting unmuffled
noise pollution,
where exhaust smoke billows

akin to tethered kite
blending with rarified
atmosphere height,
as wisps snake

skyward eventually
getting dispersed amidst bright
amidst soundcloud
clear out of sight,

which brief interlude of quietude
near painful silence to bear
ah...thank dog the
wind in the willows

soon replete with blare
ring blitzkrieg bomb
bard ding doth declare
ring foolish time

wasting youth
desultory cavalierly,
blithely and aimlessly gear
rill less lee spinning away life
with nary a blues clues care!

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