The 405 Freeway, The Cold Coast Route



the nasal sound of motorcycles

may be heard all night long

living as I do near the freeway

the cars keeping their distance

strong armed young men

fighting the beasts

trying to keep them

between the hard concrete lines


we have one who lives just down the block

he and his street bike

almost any time, pulling past

a large machine

very good for making noise

what’s he thinking

behind that mask, that visor,

what really, am I