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

After this I got myself out of dodge
I got myself into one
No sooner than
Before it began
Before you know it
I went missing
In a camper van

habit is becoming routine
hobbies are becoming addictions
I realized this while doing hallucinogens
And I remembered when I said than more then I began
I miss you mom,
and im a long way from home

Scenarios aren’t that serious
And road trips don't smell as bad as the scenery

If you travel I will
If we meet again
If we meet on land
We will travel by water
Separate ourselves by air
By plane
My pain won’t last
Long enough to know you
And I wont ask your name
Its not a game
It’s a play

Are you alright?
That’s good,
Because I’m okay

Others may have experienced more than I have
But you try hard and then you get it right

tonight
Just a casual
Drunk watching the sunrise
Type of night

Tonight
Just a bitter
****** and alone evening
Type of night

Tonight,
Just a typical
Reminder of life decisions
Type of night

Tonight,
Just a sad
******* excuse
Type of night

Tonight
Was once better

tonight
Promises better
tomorrows

Tonight
Was
Just
So
routine

Time
Is on My side
On Your side
On Our side

And Time
Is indifferent,
Inseparable
From space

So the next time I see you,
Walking side by side
Will be the right Time and place

“Opposites attract”
Now there is a cute term that
Was first deemed by someone who
Was not apposed to attractiveness, but
Was also the opposite of it.
Cute, aint it?

I’ve heard it before
From a father with his own empty
Bottles littered beneath his feet
Like lost family memories

And I heard it again
From of a friend of a friend
Of a friend
I no longer hear from
Because of death – not agreeing with majorities

I heard it last,
Last time I talked to my ex
I enjoyed hearing it
most from her
Our phone call was brief
but it was sweet like a bedtime story

“Sean, slow down”
“Sean, quit drinking”

I’ll meet you halfway down that bottle sweetheart
I’ll drink less,
Or I wont drink in public,
Or I wont start drinking before three,
But don’t take drinking by myself
Don’t take that drinking away from me
My best side
Shines through
when I have bottle
Or when I have you

But only one of these,
I can have at the snap of my fingers
Or the swipe of a credit card
Not a snap, and never a single
Was never your style
This is the hardest thing to deal with
When inebriated  
Well, not the hardest thing
And when it gets hard, I hound
For what we ol' boys referred to
“A good ol’ Liquor pound”

Sober, will suffice
But like the narcissistic Buddhist I am
I fully embrace the laws of impermanence

What is best in your eyes
Is a proclamation to your superiority
And if its genuine sincerity,
Well I guess that’s fine and ******* dandy
too

Writing –  short stories, haikus
Journal entries
The creative juice flows
A little thicker, faster
When the juice is flowing
You see what I am getting at?

Whatever the **** this is
That I just vomited onto these keys
I thoroughly enjoyed it

Its on again, off again rhyme scheme
Is my scheme for us

A narrative that’s quick
An so incredibly pithy

****...

These aren’t my words
They’re Whiskey’s

You find yourself walking home at 4:00am
On a walk to find yourself
When you find out what time it is
My creative side
Lights me up
Like street lights
Show the sidewalks
What direction
To move in

Do blue skies, rise awaken, or open
This stroll is taking its toll
On my shoes,
On my knees,
And on my soul.

All alone, this open space is my microphone
And I say
Out loud
To myself
After every masterpiece
Of wisdom, love and sorrow
“How the **** am I going to remember that tomorrow”

Recited and
Instantaneously
forgotten

I have to borrow a line
From E. E Cummings
“Nobody fails all the time”
And from late night walking
I’m now running’

Back to whatever bottle
Subject manner
Heartbreak
And street corner

That decided that my unrecorded, undocumented, untouched,
And unwritten
Work
Goes witnessed

This is not exit music
This is a prelude
Pertaining to
The definition
Of wealth

These are the things you learn
When you go walking to find yourself