A man with a disposition
that keeps me aligned
and inline
as I skate
without the skates
straight
and unarrowed
as I
who see a friend
named jimz
the image in is
if I ever
caught up to him
how I'd love to hear
him just vent
us laughing drinking spent
planning our attacks
not caring about the size
of their racks
as we jump on two harleys
crossing the sea
feeling the carefree
wind wang
noise that chimes in
and bing bangs
stretching the sound of our tires
scratching the concrete
getting thumbs up from
an urban dj
with a scratchy sore throat
as we
carefree gloat
we play
I play with my one side
of my bikes handlebar tassles
Jims head
tipped to the other side
looking and acting more like a Pierce Brosnan bond
on a tricked out bike
if it was a beamer
still a Pierce
opposed to any other bond he makes
like he knows what he wants
twisting his hands back a few times
gripping the handle bars handles
reving up his motor
inspiring me
to rev mine
an equally clean
amount of water rushes in our tide
as we ride!
Making good riddens
of safe and sane
we ride
riding off to find
a love for the night
if not every night
but for one night
we ride leathered out
intact
him and I
jims and I
with chicks (lol, chicks)
wrapped around us
and our backs
we ride
off to right on!
totally boss
in that moment
we own it!
the wind against our faces
our only opponent

brilliant tribute to two great minds

Yeah, I can see this happenin'. Roar'in good descriptions!

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh simply Brilliant