A bicycle
of delicate heart
focused
in all gossamer, thrills
the minimal slice of time
; keeps my ‘no-one’ mind
thinking i’m here but then
i see i am there too;
Around it, demonic shadows
and scarred knees, bristle
i do for those rumors
humans devise:
i once lived so easy with
my eyes closed
didn’t matter that much to me
oh! bulb’s agitations;
that i never think others
are within my dreams
okay, too tune in when it’s
so fine My bicycle takes
me (me?) though i know when
it’s all a dream this ode
of Life!
:: 05-14-2019 ::
e.p.robles (c)
E.P. Robles | Poetry 