these days

through the border into spain

mid morning over the pyrenees

the hog growling off rock walls

all I heard was wind & purring

enjoying leaning the curves

then suddenly

cars across the road

machine guns being waved

we were stopped dead

a hand demanding papers

in that universal sign language

we took our helmets off

they saw the blonde

& everything changed

as that always does

they waved us on

later that day on the news

we saw the big story of the day

they’d picked up an ETA fella

being moved over the mountains

back of a Yamaha

that being how they do these things

these days

Dead motorcycles

bsa c11g first bike I ever built from bits & pieces
sold, never to be seen again
bsa a65 engine seized about 11 at night in summer
met a man with a van & child
& a sack of ‘shrooms
sitting in a bus stop waiting for dawn
fighting dragons, ghosts, shadows
feeling in the world & out of it
honda cb175 left leaning against a garage door
stolen
honda cb250 ablaze between my legs
stopping at the junction watching it burn
sick in my stomach at losing a friend
honda 750 custom coughing, steam & then a blown head gasket
spares or long repair, gone
honda cb750 engine went bang at about 80
rolling to a stop knowing it had become an anchor
Yamaha 600/4 crank gave way blew oil everywhere
sliding to a slippery halt & thinking oh well
barn find triumph t100 I sold for twice what I paid
& always regretted the loss of
triumph 3ta to my brother who sold it on
harley davidson 45 going rusty
& on
& on
& on