the harley love birds

the guy next to me
on the Harley
with his Harley jacket
and his Harley
belt
and his Harley helmet.
tubby
and seventy,
a rat tail grey strand
of hair
out the back.
his babe hanging on,
her skeletal arms around
his belly.
two peas in a pod.
he looks over and revs
his engine.
smiles, then off they
go.
Romeo and Juliet
ready for the senior home,
in a cloud of fumes
and noise,
the roar
of death approaching.