Be not dishearten’d, affection shall solve the problems of
freedom yet,
Those who love each other shall become invincible,

-Walt Whitman
“Over the Carnage Rose Prophetic A Voice”

What ever happened to all that optimism?

grasping the quiddity

Navigate the stertor of idlers
elide the consistent susurration
and reach the elysian moment
as the crenel opens ahead,
al fresco, impedimenta released,
finally grasping the quiddity
of the moment.

he delivers your packages mister

dont ride hasidic style

riding with your helmet
hasidic style, straps undone
is not safe

the deal of a lifetime
comes ev’ry ten minutes
if you aren’t picky

the oddest thing is that
my mother taught me how to spit
like a man

rubicon biji

Twitching suit
Bill Maher lookalike
getting the usual
matching aloha makeout
crumb swap, tongue slop
profit margin? good
i’ll buy your soda too.
fixed-geared lawyers
Japanese massage got an
unhappy ending for
tennis skirts in wind
got the spicy tuna
and found out how
Rubicon Bay flooded in

new coffee stop

the hub
i can already see that full bike wall,
climbing vines mixed with climbing steel
coffee smell wafting out
coffee cup in hand
and all right next door to the bootleg office
cha-ching — opens in 2 weeks
spread the words

why we love reno

black label bike club poker run

crazies chasing punks downtown

blurred memories of bar loops
and using the employee restroom
out by the dumpster

bootleg50west

rumbling idling grumbling angsty
waiting for the next hue in an array of three
the sound that served as the mask for
the assassination of the tsars makes
the music of Liberty where we pass
silently, freely, the hum of surprise
where warm elevators lead to stacks
that stretch out like strings to
different destinations. wet soaked
fishing wire reeled in with each
stroke on the pavement river that
cackles with each movement
announcing with inalienable fact how
every turn of the wheel is a revolution

pedal on the metal

spend all day riding through big brand shopping centers
where youll see every parking lot is an ode to dale earnhardt
pedal to the metal screeching squealing shopping cart
race to the trunk to fill it with
plasma tv acdc tee thanks wally
new smell is a synonym for third-world whiff
shift gears no index keep it real downtube
with the same thing everyday
pedal on the metal
bike to work? bike for work
pedal on the metal

Just ride a bike
and get there free.
Just ride a bike
quit bothering me.