before the motorcycle left

we hear
the bicycle
creaking like a sea-bird
through the intersection –
a welcome distraction
from political pontificators
in my dead right ear –
in a place
where i don’t have to
express
my own unfounded opinions
amidst
the thermo-nuclear pigeons
and
the arias on the jukebox
and
me, trying to locate myself
again.
everything happens sometime.

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 04/26/2011 10:02PM by petersz.

everything happens sometimes

Indeed it does, Peter.


Les