riding in those vertical horizon days
came near to wreck our Jeep
with their sliprock seat pucker cliffs
like “fly-on-the-wall” …”again and again”
hold on…okay, now gun it
Oh Christ…that’s why it’s “metal masher”
adrenaline wash fear…gas pedal brake
follow that line kamikaze guy took up “widow maker”
rock-rail graze that bolder
scrape sparks across the pan
breathe over heartbeats
at the edge of earth
Proem... 
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