for bike messengers and other unsung heroes

pondering an exit from it all perhaps
grooving tripping out on danger
down the darkest routes i steal
attaining unheard of velocity

muscles on the concrete
wind is blowing through my hair

pushing electronic squee
over clogged up thoroughfares
fingers wrapped around a funky
clipboard and receipt

diagrams all through my brain
conveying atmospherics
bolstered by transcendence
beyond this nutso world i go with boundless curiosity

steaming past lives of worry
putting rubber to the pavement

fingering its protean luminescent form
picking up on all that's tragic
soft lips tensed around its horn
i blow through time bomb city










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