Skying Away

Skying Away
(04/09/2004)


Pardon me,
as I take my brain
out
for a test drive.
The racing sands and clearest sky
rocket me back with speeds
that wrinkle my cheeks --
Blurred landforms and tunnel vision
focus my senses
on this point in time,
reminding me how great it is
just to be alive.

Wide open intake,
full-on throttle,
who could care about tomorrow
in this super-charged moment
of fuel-burning,
all-consuming
dancing flame in air,
shaming all other moments --
none could compare.

Shiny, roaring engine
housed in chrome, glass, steel,
oh, my God, I can feel
the heat against
my very soul,
unmuffled pistons
rhythmically toll,
making music to my
helmet-covered ears.
Octane burn, camshaft turn,
give me
just one more gear.

Speed demon,
crazy daisy,
thrill-seeking slam-shifter,
pushing lifters
to the limit,
I am UNstop-non-STOP-
COLOSSALLY unstoppable
and somewhat unbelievable,
my thoughts sometimes implausible.

Aware without care,
I could live in this
euphoric infinity,
this five-point divinity,
sun-glassed and smiling
to the end of my days.
You can ride if you like.
You're welcome to stay.
Timing tuned,
tach on red,
I'm skying away.