To True A Wheel
I ran my bicycle smack dab into the backend of a parked Buick once
In another time, another place, another world with gum on your shoe. Be home when the street lights come on.
I ran my bicycle smack dab into the backend of a parked Buick once
Went shootin’ carp in the park with Cupid. O, Musie, what fun!
…And my inner child’s none too sparky about it neither but I went to write my grandfather a letter last week and Candy is down, shamefully, down due to neglect.
You said, Moonboots & spacesuits
ain’t never made a man— True, however
Nia said, Whosoever would be, alas,
done already had at least one
Muse clad in cowboy boots n’ denim
In the beginning there was only Speed.
Maybe I’m preoccupied. Or just occupied. So many unnecessary fixes, pre- and/or suf-, maybe I’ve been occupied since before the beginning. Maybe my mind is just occupied. I live here, for one.
Dammit Ralph,
My passport’s expired again. I haven’t. Not yet…
We could write poetry about pie
all night long at the diner
I love the things that come spilling in
over the booth with the coffee
and the cake at the diner.
The leaves are flying. ‘Tis the season. I feel like it’s time to get back to work, whatever it was.