THE LAST EXIT

 

black beast shrieking underneath my legs

Cyclops headlight stabbing at the night like a samurai dagger

I tear at the midnight wind with my shouts of remorse

as my two-wheeled demon jackhammers away

at the dim black velvet ribbon highway

searing metal flashbacks of bad karma

flashing in my field of vision like angry lightning

 

accelerating

I try to outrun the horizon

wisps of false dreams trail off my faceless helmet

the vibration of the overdriven motor infuses my skeleton with grim joy

as I crank the throttle to the point of no return

glowing neon green speedometer stuck at 120 mph

glass face cracking in a wide grin until the gauge shatters

shards skimming off the black leather jacket stained by too many lies and too many truths

and too many metal-plated illusions

 

my helmet rotates up to the bloodless sky dotted by the lost souls flying free

idle thoughts of violent deaths to those tattooed by Odin's valnott cross my mind

startled

I look down and see warm light slowly beginning to seep into the space between my skin and black leather

the spinning revolutions of my wheels have turned silent

the residue of blue note exhaust now a faint memory

yet I plunge forward suspended in the air around me

which has become liquid ivory

incandescent beyond comprehension

and then suddenly without warning

Aphrodite rushes up, embraces me, and whispers "the road has disappeared"

 

I look down

and see that my ebony motorcycle has begun to crumble away

like charcoal ashes dispersing in the wind

I watch in a combination of amusement and horror

as my black-leather clad hands disintegrate along with the handlebars

but I feel no pain

only relief as my body sheds its skin

and I slowly twist in the wind

and peer down at alabaster shadowy figures assembling in the distance

Aphrodite Confucious Odin and Mercury

and I am comforted by the thought that my penance has finally been completed

and I have become the ghost rider in the sky

that no future songs and no future stories will ever be written about