Motorcyclists
Sertraline-green eyes
Stare vacant at the state line
The wreck, crossover
To the afterlife
Where night motorcyclists
Ride storm-choked highways
Crosses on shoulders
Adrenaline chasers make
Deals with the devil
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Good poem. Evocative of
“Hell on Wheels”