Essence of Cool
Hey look, ..another motorcycle man!
Pony tail and top of his head is tan,
His bug-juiced face looks like a Christmas wreath
trimmed with those orange beetles in his teeth.
A bumblebee pockmarked his forehead,
where it must have burned in like lead.
No helmet or gear cause he’s cool,
a biker’s unspoken rule!
This chopper with the suicide shift,
was given by his ex wife as a gift,
But he can’t get a date, even at the shows,
It must be that dead moth stuck up his nose.
Wears shorts to feel the freedom of the breeze,
between the tar spots and bug spattered knees.
There he goes now like he’s off to a race!
A hatch of dead insects covering his face!
Baa-brum! Look at him go ! My word !!
Oh no! Here comes a Bird.
Robert A. Dufresne was born in Vermont and raised on a dairy farm. After four years in the Navy and trying his hand at a couple of trades, he settled in as a self employed remodeling carpenter for 31 years. He and his wife moved to Florida in 1998, where he continued his career. He began writing poetry in 2009 .