A Poem: Dirt Bikes, Because Life Goes On

A poem written and submitted by Casper Kelly. Photo from Urban Dirt Bikers by Spencer Murphy

Dirt bikes in the morning. Dirt bikes in the snow. Dirt bikes because I’m angry. Because of Dad.

Dirt bikes tomorrow. Dirt bikes after supper. Dirt bikes in the mountains. For leaving a mess.

Dirt bikes for crime. Dirt bikes because they’re fast. Because they make you mad.

Dirt bikes in the dog attack. In the rain. During the storms. I ride like lightning. On the beach. After the heist. During the traffic jam. I’m better than you.

Dirt bikes because I feel good. Dirt bikes in the strip club. Dirt bikes on money. On fire. Online.

Dirt bikes at the bottom of the pool. Because no tears. On a horizontal cliff. On a selfie stick.

Dirt bikes under wind turbines. Under the Statue Of Liberty. Especially at night.

Dirt bikes in front of the satellite dishes. Especially in the morning.

Dirt bikes for scorpions. For gangs. For acceptance.

For love. Because the world is sad. Because no one is here anymore.

Dirt bikes in several pieces. Dirt bikes without you. Dirt bikes chromed out. Dirt bikes graffiti’d. Dirt bikes as weapons. Dirt bikes as self expression. Dirt bikes as skull masks. For counting freckles.

Dirt bikes in the air. Dirt bikes in spite of fucking cops. For invincibility. For the red mist. For my friends.

Dirt bikes for wherever they are.

Dirt bikes because life goes on.