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**** Bike

I woke up one day

And I rode far away

And when I came back

A few weeks late

i decided to shape

up

or else, its a long ride

down

 

How often do you walk home?

Or should I say struggle

Distances are more attainable

In mixed up situations

I am too deeply rooted in thought

on the topic of meditation

To help this patient

I am inhabiting

 

Enter: ************* bicycles

I used to find

Walking uphill

And walking downhill

Equally awful

The climb to the top

Is worth the fast ride down

The topic of how many hills

are around

And how often we choose to climb them

Will not  play in this ballgame

Because cycling is a sport

blood doping is dope

breaking news:

Livestrong sponsors the pope

 

Without a helment

You would tell me I look ****

As I ride with no hands

Don’t worry darlin’

I knew my hair looked good too

 

 

Drinking whiskey at home you can make art

 

I made that without you

It all came out of my mouth

And nostrils

Without you

I will puke again

Without you

Its true

Rough mornings aren’t new

their usually rough

without you

Only because my will is strong

And if I didn’t livestrong

My will -  still will included you

Only if I died on someone else’s terms

(spoiler no such thing)

 

In an alternate universe

You could be on my bike

And I’d be ****** cold sober

And when that bus hit me

My mom wanted to give you

what belonged to me - the one thing

That survived the accident

Ask a few old friends I survived a few

Whether you knew

Or not

were on it or off

Always on the bottom

Jake

Was a snake

Before I met him

That’s Kona bike history

Living on

Without me

 

As I age I am learning

To be loyal

To all sorts of objects

like bikes

And women

that own them.

Withholding

without me

 

I can't see what it would be

like without me -

But lets be honest

Its not so as much about the bikes

As it is about bliss

i've seen what its like without you

It true

 

If a bus ran over my *** tomorrow

The first thing it would break is my heart

You could start

The day I stopped

 

Riding my bike

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sean-banks
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Apr 27, 2013
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