Nothing marred the thick lines of his black
leather jacket, yet when it ceased being ceremonial
was his hope to find love among the rural stations?
Smaller in scope the plaintive and the restless dream
the other is not quite revealed at the Orchid Bar. It is
as if the evidence of broken cigarettes could be translated
into a verse suggesting an original purpose— one that was
just not met. The restrooms are plainly unoccupied
and longing for a fresco of graffiti. Barring
the moot discovery that nothing has been obscured
by the evening's arpeggios, Larry quietly withdraws—
his Harley roar quickly receding into what is still
the night.
rdking