getting home
grocery, liquor mart, drug store symbol
from across the park it glows red,
burning an old memory anew in my brain
nights of churning stomachs and banal cravings
prompting a swift removal of self proclaimed royalties
a prize derived from
the right to survive
not to get ahead and thrive
but merely to get by
in this city of endless brake lights
wild and busting to get back home
i'll lead the way
weaving in a zig zag pattern
through denver's empty streets
toward the baker district's sunken ruins
i nearly plummet off the edge of colfax st.
i nearly kill a new friend
cheating in a game of mother may i
with the flashing red hands of the crosswalk man
darting across colfax
over the black and white keys on the road,
we are barely missed by a speeding taxi
in a sudden burst of fury,
we'll take off after it
like a cyclone, all limbs flailing
to push the night air aside and ride
like the fatal taxi that almost took our lives
finally we'll cruise
down the familiar path home
winding down the sidewalk along speer
past the sprinklers that spit on my glasses
in defense of their dry brown patches of land
gliding automatically through the turns
we'll dart through the green and blue shadows
hunched over our handlebars
phantom limbs of the trees brushing our cheeks
we're making good time
and breathing freely of the summer's last warm breath
her unseen hands guide our every move
and i feel like some new born spirit
of the ancient pavement we ride upon
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i've got my hands in a new hole
you've got you're old soul
blow out your candles