Fallen From Heaven: Warped Scene of the Hell’s Angels

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Open Poetry #45

Fallen From Heaven: Warped Scene of the Hell’s Angels

Newpoet
Member

since 2008-05-16

Posts 72

0 posted 2009-06-11 12:18 PM

Bohemian crazies
with taste for
metallic flesh.

Roaring engines
Smoking mufflers;
burning on black asphalt.
Maneuvering between
faded yellow lines.

Relentless urban outlaws
poised like demons
on sculpted choppers.

Malodorous psyches in expertise with
dirty beards, matted hair, Death’s-Head insignias,
Swastikas, mirror-shades, sleeveless Levis,
armpit grease, motor oil stained skin,
skull bandannas, ink of the loner’s crest,
and dirty cigars protruding from cracked lips….

Twisted Mamas and Old Ladies ride
on backs of barely legalized Harleys,
grasping hands around wild tacticians.

Their devious
humor emerges sour
from perspective
of tavern to public eye.

Exaggerated tales
from loyalty to madness;
allegiance to only brethren or bike.

Outcasts huddled in unity.
Bandits remaining distant
from society’s clinch.
Sexual deviants with strange
and appalling mannerisms.

Pillagers squealing
from town to town,
for another run.

Dead-beats with prowess
on the dangerous road.

Proud wearers of emblems and colors;
destined for the bondsman with
a wrinkled dollar
or the lone highway
as a collection of road-kill.

Drunkards, half-beasts
raging loudly
in a cesspool of living.

Screaming mad
gibberish
into the air
from influences of
Marijuana, LSD,
pills and drink.

Conformists to
their ethical code
but individualists to
the rest of the land.

Supremacy within radical circles:
Satan’s Slaves, Gypsy Jokers,
Presidents, Hangmen, Misfits,
Nightriders, among numerous foes…

The Hell’s Angels are prepared
for showdowns with weaponry
of various creativities:
automatic rifles, knives, bar-stools,
pool sticks, broken bottles, chain-whips,
fists, teeth and the like.

Anti-social towards
biased reporters and
authoritative swine.

Thriving for media attention
but naturally inclined for
contempt or uncontrolled rage.

Mystique of these
vile hoodlums
deteriorated with
increasing press coverage.

The Hell’s Angels were
convinced of their
misunderstood personas.

Egoism inflated
like a stretched-out
balloon
in a child’s hands.

They become an outlandish
and transparent reality
within cultish nature.

Yet each man creeps
into the deeper abyss
while ignoring the descent.

Luxury of pain
when one has
no more options.

They are battlers of the status-quo,
grasping hypocritical philosophies of the old,
surviving against their present,
corrupted in a consciousness of themselves.

steavenr
Member Elite

since 2003-11-17

Posts 4058

1 posted 2009-06-17 10:54 AM

...this is a good write. Having said that, would you permit me to tell you what would have made it better in my humble opinion (please, I do not normally offer this type of critique).

I listed some excellent lines (imho)

-Malodorous psyches in expertise
-Outcasts huddled in unity.
-Dead-beats with prowess
-Supremacy within radical circles
-Luxury of pain
when one has
no more options

...my only suggestion...what makes the above work well is that they cloak their meaning and make the reader work for explanations...much of what you have written is 'laying on the surface' -- simply, bury them deeper...make me (the reader) work for it...you have a fine write & I am certainly in no position to edit your work...just a suggestion

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