My Strange Machine

August 5, 2009
By Courtney Alakan BRONZE, Orlando, Florida
Courtney Alakan BRONZE, Orlando, Florida
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I’m on the highway
my strange machine.
who knows where.
I’m free,
and there is no one
to stop me.

This vehicle has everything
built right in.

There is no need for
air conditioning,
when the wind is in my face.

I can have
a skin deep massage,
while I am driving,
with the wind pushing hard
against my skin.

If I haven’t showered
in a while,
then I just wait
for it to rain
and then
take a ride.

After it rains
I go back out
and drive real fast
to let the hot sun
and the wind
dry my body and clothes.

Feeling free,
the highway.
somewhere else,
my strange machine.
And no one
can stop me.

The author's comments:
If you haven't guessed already, my strange machine is a motorcycle. The inspiration for this piece came to me while I was in the car on the highway, and I was just watching a group of bikers. I started wondering what they would do if it rained and what it feels like to have the wind pounding against your skin; and thous comes my poem.

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