The Taste of Asphault

Blinding oranges and reds
The flames lick up all the gasoline
with their vaporous tongues
off the jet black asphalt

Move an arm and hear a sound
like a grinding screech
of a metal monster
chewing diamonds down

Liquid life drips from a hundred cuts
And gathers in a meeting on the ground

The motorcycle lies doubled over
A slumbering silver beast, never to awake
It pulled me towards the earth with it
Trying to slip death on me, but it didn't take