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Dark Tales from Gent's Pens

redfiresupthebike.jpg
Art by Ann Marie Rhiel 2018

Red fires up the bike

 

by Alan Catlin

 

every Sunday morning

around 4:30 after

the last of the bars

have finally locked up.

He feels compelled to

share his internal

combusting machine

with his fellow party

people of the night,

each standing on the

desperate edge of their

respective comas, six

packs of warm beer

hanging in limp plastic

holders as they look

as Red revs back into

the night, squeezing

the handle so the baby

is really primed, “Listen to

that sucker hum! There is

nothing like a perfectly

tuned machine to warm your

heart. Isn’t that just

like music.” Others don't

think so, summer mornings.

An unseen neighbor yells,

in between revolutions of

Big Red’s machine: “I was

a sharpshooter in the Marines,

asshole. I shot guys a lot

shorter than you, a lot further

away than you are for a

living, and for doing a lot

less than you are plus I

got the medals to prove it. 

Now turn that damn thing off

before I lose my temper.”

Maybe Red believed him,

maybe not, but that was

the last night of early morning

motorcycle appreciation time

in that backyard.

 

Alan Catlin has published dozens of chapbooks and full-length books of poetry, including the 2017 Slipstream Chapbook Contest winner in 2017, Blue Velvet. He is the poetry editor of misfitmagazine.net.

In Association with Black Petals & Fossil Publications 2018