for bike messengers and other unsung heroes

getting on my rocket ship
zooming down the concrete
winds bouncing off
a few patches shorn of hair

stabbing electronic squee
over clogged up thoroughfares
gruffly bounced around
my dirty clipboard and receipt

diagrams inside my brain
frame the atmospherics
bolstered by transcendent jolts
of boundless curiosity

sensing what is necessary
putting rubber to the pavement
fingers crunching up against an iridescent form
feeling kind of tragic

putting lips around its horn
i get down while throwing back
a dissonant and angry thwack
i blow through time bomb city










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