And now for something completely different....
When you're dead, you're dead. That's it.
There was only one real way to get out of this town.
That, my friend, was on a Harley.
It didn't belong to me.
I put my brain in a bucket, set it behind me.
I grabbed the handlebars fiercely, because I was going to drive with my heart.
I didn't need to think about anything, I just needed to start.
I wandered along a county line road, and passed the farms and folks.
I could care less that I was a mess, I just wanted to feel some smoke.
I grabbed that highway divider line and twisted it like a snake.
I followed it for quite some time.
I felt a scratch on the back of my neck and jiggled myself around.
I found the hands of a reaper man trying to drag me down.
I flung that inept bloodsucker right off my back, onto the road.
He hit a curve, another car swerved, he was mangled, even his lost soul.
I didn't care.
He meant nothing to me, I had cheated him again.
While I felt the smooth, cool air, I laughed hideously.
I had done all the things I was ever going to do, I had some time to kill.
I wanted to get out of this place, I knew that I had the will.
I backed myself up into the garage.
I dismounted the bike.
I let it rest.
Knowing to wait in the sidelines of life;
Was no good, I decided when, where it would happen,
This time would pass.
Now, I was drivin so hard the rain did not touch my face.
I could not sense any emotion, only knew it was a race.
I was going against time.
Itcould be the last ride of my life, its winding road grown dim.
Some guy I knew divorced his wife and Harley became his mistress.
She gave him years of good love and all the warmth he could need.
So while I spun her I didn't care, I was just a passing shadow.
I didn't die that night, nor had I died the first time.
I was just a wanderer trying to fill the empty cup.
While the wind spit into the sky a bit of snow and sleet,
I came to find my brain again.
It was sittin' near the seat.
I plugged my conscious right back in.
Home again. Just in time to do the dishes, and cook the food.
Before my man came back.
Copyright 2010 words by SheilaTGTG55
Picture from Inspiration Nation by John Fugelsang