nite ride on brick sidewalks
I night ride, back…
energy reserves wiped out, burned
through while flip turning thoughts and worries
at the local public pool.
my jelly legs pumped
turgid blood through moaning, soon-
-to-be screaming arteries and veins
hinting a deeper fatigue, creeping through muscle, sinew, bone, and the metal parts of me
then and there my body felt its own flavor of vertigo
cycling over brick
awake but slipping into flow and liquid
like falling asleep.
the night left questions where
shadows pooled, here and there
physics worked,
but somehow disconnected from the
red bricks I knew were passing
beneath big fat rubber tires
Perhaps one would leap out and toss me?
I’d go flying over the handlebars.
at any moment.
that characteristic half strength
sleep state minds muster;
Oh no! Why am I hopping instead of running?
Why must I flap my arms to fly?
broken physics infused me [period]
making the pavement malicious, my coordination…
