Poetry Corner   MMM has always strived to be a progressive publication. In keeping with that tradition, we submit these poems for your consideration. We hope that they mean the same to you as they did to us. But for your safety and the safety of those around you do not read them out loud in public or at any club meetings. - Ed.   An Obsession with Crotch Rockets by Kellie Lyn Fournier Pavement waves. Sparkling youth. Moments of freedom, given out by my father Late nights of wind in my hair Gripping, gripping onto his love An engine throwing us forward together His pride beyond material possession Riding black and maroon metal, gleaming, burning Wheels holding tightly to my innocence, slamming It forward with each turn. Hidden lust, covered by feminism Realization of a glance, for each man plus bike Radiating in summer heat I am smiling advice wickedly, knowing desire Will be met when cash is thrown to a materialistic world To a rumbling, numbing rocket of power Straddle and bend over I will hit on you, pick you up, buy you the world If I can ride you with it watching over us Object, provide an escape Taken out of this place, on all sides Sophisticated culture Now, while I still have limited time Guard these last moments Pavement waves. Sparkling lost youth.   Metaphors by Kellie Lyn Fournier the stench of hot gasoline lingers as he leaves my presence leaving me with nothing but the look in his bloodshot eyes tired from endless days and too much pot my passion for him is like his silver and purple crotch rocket hitting 90 with us clinging onto its raw power without this all I am left with is remorse like the fading black tattoo you got on your 18th birthday absorbing needles together to prove your love as it now fades too     M.M.M.