Richard Masoner | CC BY-SA 2.0

A folk hero

He is unkempt,
booted (for stomping)
and a loner,
hounded by the Angels
plus the pigs —
all that you would wish
a counterculture folk hero
to be. Now endow him
with all that turf
lying between the coasts —
swashbuckling with swastika,
13, Playboy Bunny, DFFL,
brown, red and black wings,
tattoos
and all that shit
earned in sixty-five;
the vet of Labor Day runs,
survivor of the High Slide
and hub of many rumbles:
shooting his chopped hog
down Highway 101
looking for his maker,
showing class
on acid.

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