Motorcycle Fever by MarySusan Williams-Migneault (c) 2008

cracked leather sleeves 
broken zipper 
politically-patched jacket 
faded Harley t-shirt 
road-imprinted soles 
on black steel-toe’ d boots 
sand and gravel trails -

tracked across the floor 
chained tri-fold 
hanging off your a*s 
as you bend to lift 
fat-bob tank

primed and painted black 
to sit pretty in the frame

not bolted down yet

two or three twirled 
sweat-stained bandana’s 
 wrapped around chrome bars 
 spread-eagled across the rug 

 ah..  yes …  winter has arrived

Author's Note

technical: format is crafted to fit this poem.

Poet�s note:
In the more northern states, winter brings with it � motorcycle fever. This is a time when basket-cases (Bike Parts in a box/case) are brought into the livingroom or the cellar or any other place where there is room to build a motorcycle and bikers drool and obsess and build until the first riding day of spring when they roll the newly built bike out of the cellar, garage or the house as the case might be. I witnessed this seasonal phenomenon for several years �

Reviews

[Bubo]

Fantastic descriptive piece and loving the look of a harley davidson, well, wonderful. The image of being dragged into a home and lovingly worked on through winter months is stark.