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romance
is built
on bicycles
two feet balancing
fingers around the body
trailing four green wheels behind
pebble sized dangers bullet out below

it's reminders of the past
sharing laughs about the past
considering worries about the past
forgiving and cherishing what has past

responsibilities prior to it's better than sex
melted fudge chocolate brownie and ice cream
candle lit bar sits a stranger at the end
and everything, the air, is delicious

pirate a pal's pedicab
picking plank while boarding
traveling back in time winding
arriving at the furthermost point
to find the friend worth holding onto

breaking into the bar
the back
catwalk the white picket
climb the beam
gingerly support on platform
foot up a flimsy plate
and sit where the two roofs meet

im jumping down to deck on the otherside surprise
and walking to the wooden stool against the stage
listen to paul sing 'you're too far away to hold'
i grab the logo stamped plastic cup as my trophy
troop out the front tell the gaurds 'remember me'

we meet and reach out the street for drinks
a stranger with my name tattooed to his arm
matches with a name number hooking this fish
learn more about strangers on the bar scene
crushing quarters yellow dots pacman machine

bottled water for free
fed two slices of a star
the fruit is appleyy tart
stay for the conversation
tasting tater-tot throw up

foreign language met music
horny people keep dancing
rolling up and down knees
not me
stylin like fire spinning
teaching movement of mind
friend is trying learning

mallory
lone
smoke
moon
promise
music
me

a pack of punks
the best of key west
roll down duval street
two bikes
three boards
plywood exposed to sky
long deck a snake sketch

there's a race on the way
after i finalize my sing
whistling four morning

two skaters
two cyclists
through floats
shadowed crescents
orange and blues
lampposts and moons

mentally used to seeing speed
cement trembling below me
im an earthquake baby
pounding harmony beat
recorded rare songs
scarcely playing
music missing
speed rising
opponent
falling
like a bunny sucked under a treadmill he's down
a general for taking such a beating and regaining

look there is your paradise!
thinking about yellow machines often leaving keys
inside the 24hour convenient beer and cigarettes
with green painted siding and everything finding
its way to the counter cause he drunk and buying

belgian blend, glass bottles and aluminum
fifty dollars for the consuming
shorting traffic one lane on the way back
four left and absent the truth
where is the truth
in our minds
the divine

watching the ravine.
waning the moon.
keeping faith.
in all good.

thoughts hold silent
nights filled freedom
this is the closest
i've gotten to living

soldier to the sunrise
im fighting
to wrestle
ocean waves
with my body
exploring the feeling
as weightlessness
floats in bubbles
salt particles
away from me
cause moving
gaining speed
with webbed hands
underwater eyeballs
scanning the jellies
the minefield will explode
if they sense what im humming

its 6in the morning
a palm tree angled against me
grass feet and wind whisperin
watching venus flap its wings
like a stellar angel flying..