Pisaries Creator

Motorcycle
or 
car, 
I see them.

One riding next to the other,
or one sitting beside the other.

Don't look at them for they might 
return
the 
stare.

It's not safe to ride alone,
for them or me but I do.

They never are interested in me.

I must be doing something right.

Always 
ahead 
of 
me, 
disappearing out of view to the next speeder.

By the time I approach,
red and blue lights are flashing,
the driver's window down.

I know the driver is pissed,
cursing them under his breath.

Speeding on the freeway is bad.

Souped up Sedan or not, 
a 
ticket
is 
issued.

I dare not look in the rearview mirror.
I don't want to crash.

I won't ever be the next one.

I slow down.
I leave distance.

The road is 
not 
mine
alone.