we ride for our own
we don’t take names
we don’t take statements
we take answers
pin them to the back of our bikes
just for show;
Writing, Ideas, & Stories
we ride for our own
we don’t take names
we don’t take statements
we take answers
pin them to the back of our bikes
just for show;
i called you
you answered
lets spend time
yeah maybe now,
i think i made it
ya’ll, i think i made it now
down south it’s so sweet
why yes ma i can eat
just lay back it’s my treat, girl
lets spend time
i don’t need to rhyme
to let you know
that i’m worth your time
bad things coming
truth upcoming-
i heard your burden
the lives you carry harden
the walls you support burning
the love you carry turning,
run;
i crave
your hand in mine;
the touch of your fingers
a long my throat
icy breath
raises the hairs on my arm
like soldiers going into battle
your mouth moves
my ears stopped working
last thing i remember;
finger guns
& 13 going on 30
disappearing is an easy trick
they never tell you that
it’s the staying,
that there is no guide for
my number
is called upon often
defusing bombs
will they
be there
to do the same,
or will i be alone
watching an hourglass sink
down down to zero
and my last memory
will be of a bomb
that didn’t belong to me
bleak affair
warning lights
sparkling cider,
haze of cigar smoke
trouble
pillow case
scribbles of red ink one my forearm
a seven
a couple of J’s
and a smiley face
trial of fire;
belly of butter
churn a wheel
open the door
crank the wire
guild of fire,
we built these chains
latched them on
cried for freedom
watched the light from a keyhole
binge watched all twenty one seasons
still rewatch for easter eggs
details i might have missed
annotated like a story,
a story that grows with time
missing something unexplainable
i keep hearing it’s unattainable
this life isn’t sustainable
a lost bone that’s not obtainable