06 April 2011

NaPoWriMo 6 ~ Biker Chick

For today’s piece, I wrote about someone who I knew I’d never be: a biker’s old lady.  Let me fill in some back-story.  A few years ago, one of my 8th grade students asked me if I was a biker when I was younger.  I said no, and he said, “Oh, because one of my friends thinks you probably used to be hot.”  J  I can’t help but love that story, and wonder at its origins in this young man.  In this piece, I imagine life as a biker chick.  Yeah. 

live to ride – ride to live
How could you not— hanging
onto the back
of some long haired biker—
tits so big they bruise against his back and
push your tiny tattooed heart
out through your black leather vest
until it floats upon your cleavage
like a small red feather,
bouncing with the current of the Harley
as it rumbles in between your legs.

High on the Shovelhead’s seat
through retro goggles
you regard the stretching highway.
Free for miles,
your hair whips a wild wake.
The tramp stamp on your lower back
personalizes a cliché
live to ride ~~ ride to live
blowing out the tailpipe of your old man’s ride.

Shout out to Writer's Island, where poets can post their work every day in April, and on Saturdays all year long.


Tilly Bud said...

I really enjoyed this poem, and I love the back story!

flaubert said...

Brenda, I love this poem and the story behind it made me smile.


Mr. Walker said...

I should pay more attention to what my students say; there's probably lots of inspiration there. This is a great persona poem. "until it floats upon your cleavage" - I love that image and the way you expressed it.

Ron. said...

I certainly enjoyed reading about your imaginary massive tatooed breasts. And thanks for the flashing tramp stamp, too!
My day's complete.

Marianne said...

Hah! Hot so you MUST have been a biker chick! That's very endearing! Love this image: "until it floats upon your cleavage like a small red feather."

Mike Patrick said...

Out of the mouths of babes. Is this the result when humor and sarcasm are shaken, not stirred?

M. A. S. said...

It makes me want to drink a beer and break the neck off the bottle.

Great imagery.

Andy Sewina said...

You forgot to mention sucking eggs off the pavement! Great description - the imagination knows no bounds.

Linda said...

I've seen this gal! Wonderful description.

Judy Roney said...

What fun to read and see this biker bitch. LOL
My husband has already said that when he retires he'd like to volunteer at the home for wayward biker chicks. He does have some fantasy!LOL