Friday, May 05, 2006

Northern Ireland

she said I lied when I said I had nothing to say

I had lots

but to hear you, just to hear you
while I sit in this room
with clothes strewn about,
the night before another holiday
of biking the beauty of places
you’ll never see
with those who only know that
falsetto voice

I think your Midwestern drawl
and deep loud laughter
will air my tires
or cushion
my head
pump potassium
into my
cramping
calves
while I
cycle
spin
ache
coast

1 Comments:

Blogger bike said...

the end of this is spot on. I can just feel your rhythm in this.

Tuesday, May 16, 2006 3:51:00 PM  

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