ode to my smartie

every time i turn the key in your inition
i get that overwelming sense of recignition
that as days and month roll past
our time as friends is coming to an end

when i sat on your south korean seat for the first time
you fuel consumtion was meager
yet you throttle responce was eager
from that moment on we where blood brothers
as we drove into the night
setting both front wheels alight

many a time i broke your back
to get me and my assosciates to a track so
we could indulge in slippery fantastic 2wheeled crack
heel toe heel toe
over the hills of ireland we did go

alas sometimes in the sorrows of breakdown
my good friend we did drown
in the suburbs of rathmines
2nd 4th and reverse i could not get
this filled my body with a sense of regret
that your gearbox had blown and
your soul had finally horribly flown

a further inspection gave me direction
and to blanchards town i did fly to
aquire supplys
up on bricks
2hours work
EASY FIX

seventeen thousand miles together
we have traveled
friends made and lost
storys unraveled
blue changes to pink
and one must think
how much time we have
left in our fantastic quest

one thing i promise you my love when
things finally draw to a close
i will think back to when the insurance disk rose from its holder
that you will not be getting older
rusting in some scrapper down the bog
but up in the fog
of the feather beds you will burn

after that last night rallying we will have
a chapter of my life will end
ashes to ashes and dust to dust
not beautiful blue car turned to rust
a tear will fall from my eye
as you cheeky spirit roams
o er hill and crest your spirit will rest

i utter those most sacred of prashes
LET ER FLY LET ER FLY
as i break down and cry and cry

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9inety's picture

love this poem keep on keepin

love this poem
keep on keepin on
the ride
is all that matters

peace
Dylan


"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"

Dylan Eliot

collykeogh's picture

cheers man thanks :) colin

cheers man thanks :)

colin