It's getting to be nicer out, and I started writing a little sappy/shitty poetry again. Enjoy!
can I accurately describe
these summer nights on the hill?
riding on the gray pavement
to meet kids in the streets
to find trouble in the night
to seek safe couches far away?
feel the crisp night air on your neck
the tightness in your fingers-
as you light your last cigarette
the wind blows past your face
and you wonder how it got so cold so quick
yeah, you've had a few drinks
but you'll get home just the same,
over that beautiful bridge
onto that pitch black trail
and over and over again
you just wish you could stop
just long enough to take in
all those breathtaking lights
and what this city is all about
but under your feet
the pedals they fly
'round and 'round
you spin-
you can feel the freeness in your soul
you know that these wheels
are taking you exactly where you want to be
and all I've ever needed
is right here,
with a bike underneath me.
have fun kittens! go ride a bike!
-A
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