in a whining voice
the mother tells her child
not to whine

rain taught me
not to wait
for third chances

melancholy:
a children's playground
on a rainy day

if you never slept
do you still
call it getting up ?

the sun in my eyes
is a wordless
fare-thee-well

driving through america
involves a lot of
faith in technique

stepped out of the car
to leave planet earth
for a couple of hours

ending as roadkill
on HW 90 is bad luck
you can hardly beat

they follow the light
and the fridge is snoring
time to go to bed !

she's a fine example of
bikers are nothing
but car drivers on two wheels