Striding incentives,
Of podium directives
Bicycle lightning
Taking us
Hither and yon
Conventions of engines
Projecting stupid things
Into your mailbox,
Telepathically.
Dragging the chain
Of the debt brigade
Shining doubt
Through smiling teeth
Sweets gobbled,
Payments owed
Solution: an illusion
A mystical vision
I don't condone
Some quizzical trickery
Of my rods
And my cones
What charges
The neon wheels
Of this bicycle lightning?
Undertow taking a liking
To my aspirations
And sucking them through the sea.
Food for some mysterial killer,
A cannibal mystery creature.
Seen only in your dream-things
Shacks of slivers
Of the bones in your fingers
Line the shores
Of the place where beasts linger
11/17/09
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