Damon Hubbs

Black Motorbikes

Was it too much too soon 
all the racing against impermanence 
on the back of black motorbikes…  
You had the feeling 
it was going to be an odd year
and it’s true 
all the girls at the Peppermint Lounge
have matching beehives.
Who wants a fresh take on modern love 
when you can draw Rimbaud’s face on a windowpane. 
There was fun to be had 
and I stabbed myself in the heart,
built a shrine over the hole 
whilst yet to prove  
I can lick the heat off your body. 
We differed with the classics 
and Jessica says karate is as bitchin’ as ever in the Valley. 
We’d go west but you’d burn down the scenery.
Let’s breathe close to the knives, you say 
Let’s smoke a cigar 
with what’s left of living.