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Poems About Dirt BikesMy name is James Philip Saunders and these are my dirt bike poems.
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My name is James Philip Saunders and these are my dirt bike poems.
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Poems About Dirt Bikes: June 2011
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Poems About Dirt Bikes. My name is James Philip Saunders and these are my dirt bike poems. A dirt bike rocks. And as the rider. Topples over the front. A scream is heard. From the muddy mountainside. Heavy stunts shoot across the soil. A red helmet reflects the sun light. Blue jeans are stained brown with dirt delight. I got food poisoning from bad thai. It made me retch, made me hallucinate. Distorted dirt bikes swirled in my eyes. As my stomach did wheelies on my face. As the poison in my stomach.
Poems About Dirt Bikes: May 2012
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Poems About Dirt Bikes. My name is James Philip Saunders and these are my dirt bike poems. The motion of a bike. Rocking down the wicked. Or barely out of it. One way or another. In mud and blood. The rider is thrown. A tithe of one gasp apiece. Like gnawed through electric wire. In the muddy pit. In the house of the. Wrote 'Sultan of Swing'. And now it blasts. On a portable radio. Of my hesitant acceleration. It blends into an audio mesh. Spell out “L E A K A G E”. The gas tank reflects. Sun like a spur.
Poems About Dirt Bikes: August 2012
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Poems About Dirt Bikes. My name is James Philip Saunders and these are my dirt bike poems. In deep night we sleep. But in the depths of soil. They rock the soil. In deep night we sleep. But in the depths of soil. Skates across a cold electric wire. As a motor guns with. Becomes the motor's lyre. Into its ribbed surface. Crunching leaves and sticks. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Awesome Inc. template. Powered by Blogger.
Poems About Dirt Bikes: October 2011
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Poems About Dirt Bikes. My name is James Philip Saunders and these are my dirt bike poems. The motor purrs in idle anticipation. I rev it with consternation. Dirt kicks out the back. I gun it and never look back. I paint an arrow across the land. An arrow of dirt and sand. My thick tire treads. Make a dotted line. And the intensity of. Cuts arizona in half. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Awesome Inc. template. Powered by Blogger.
Poems About Dirt Bikes: May 2011
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Poems About Dirt Bikes. My name is James Philip Saunders and these are my dirt bike poems. The fumes of life. Of dirt bike strife. I hit the ramp. Starlight flickers across the sky. Dirt trickles hard across the floor. A smirk grins across the rider's face. The construction paper countryside. A pint sized dirt bike. Squeals as it tears across the fake land. Its tiny motor gunning it like a mouse. The dirtbike leaves a scented marker trail of brown. As it advances to the edge of the cardboard universe.
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With song parodies by Smell Silverstein. Monday, July 16, 2012. To the tune of "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen). Is this my rectum? Smells like a sewer. No escape from my anal glands. Look into my eyes. Butter up my thighs and flee. I'm just a fat ass. I need no broccoli. Because I fart real fast. This is how my wind blows deadly fecal splatters from me. Mama, just killed a man. Pressed my ass against his head. Then I farted, now he's dead. Mama, I had just had lunch. And then I went and farted in his face.
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