for ever and forever

always seem to be singin some mccartney in the daily commute.

rushing, pumping, pushing and the cold
wind slipping through all your creaks and crevices
all the spots you thought you'd bundled up
your fingers and your tendrils.
lips pursed, chapped, fiercely whistling the whole song
'bluebird' by paul mccartney&wings
and tears streaming and freezing across your cheeks
flying in the breeze
and your hurting, your bottom and your knees are creaking and even
your heart is hurting for camaraderie that you know existed somewhere sometime.
biking is the best way to travel. feeling out a landscape with your calves rather than your gas pedal. going slow enough to enjoy the cornfields and fast enough to not get lost in your own colors.
angry, inspired, and exhausted standing up and pushing the whole way up the hills
breathe out. rolling, coasting valleys, finally feeling the sweat on your back - cold.
out of breath but you're still whistling wings,
you are just a moment, a breath and a wink to pedestrians and a cockroach
to drivers. don't they make your whole ride tense? (whose streets?)
and remember on your ride to work
this may not have been the life you wanted but
all of your actions asked for it

don't slow down!

tonight!

the veil between the physical and spiritual worlds is thinnest on Halloween

you dress up in costume so you can face your fears