it was a dark night
there was no street light
and I could hardly see the road
in front of me but this was free
and so we settled, and thus we pedaled
more then 30 winding miles
into this wilderness of isles
or so it seemed,so very mean.
he said "continue ,
for it is in you
and we can make it to the place
within an hour, at this pace."
his plan was brutal, I'm not a poodle
but I could smell the sweat, and feeling sopping wet
it was not fun, and like the day,
so very done.
and it is true ,that maybe you
would think ahead and plan the weekend
out and get a room for 2 without the crap
and have a map
and maybe save the bike for home
and wear a helmet on your dome
and so we learned
the hard way burned.
Well I could barely,
i say just barely
make out the single line white striping
while he's right behind me griping,
"can't you speed up? we're gonna meet up~
and the collision won't be pleasant"
not that pleasant was he were...
so very der!
it's so ironic,but most moronic
for there were headlights
coming up the hill in front
and to be blunt
they had to blind me
oh please don't mind me
and I quickly left the scene
into a steep rocky ravine
and then the bike no longer able
to remain beneath my seat
landed on top,and quite a drop
my heart did stop.
I was not laughing,
nor was I crying
and but more like " could it be
dear Lord that I am dying?
Oh my God, excuse the curse
so freaking odd, but i've seen worse
and though my body's somewhat shaken
not a bone or tooth was breakin
and I'm fully wide awake and
not a pain or any ache~
so very odd
it must be God.
and there I lie
perfectly high
my eyes wide open couldn't scope but
in the darkness I could grope
the rock beside my fallen hide
and in a moment not an omen
he said "Gee!"
"Is this your knee?"
I said, " Hey Moulder,
you've got my shoulder."
"I should have driven in the Bently"
and as he pulled the bike off gently
asking how these things do happen
"but nevermind, just lets get snappin'"
"I was blinded by the light!
but now I think that I'm alright"
" wrapped up like a douche?"
" another bummer in the night?"
and though i am often wrong about it
not a soul tonight would doubt it.
2 comments:
Not a recent event I hope. Still, I am amazed how quickly you produce these poems. Charming.
Hi LGS! This incident happened when I was 33, around there. The poems are written within an hour, sometimes more. I go back and polish it up a bit and and then move on. Poetry to me is like letting my mind take a Sunday drive. I don't really know where I am going, but it's relaxing and often a surprise to me. I look for meaning in them, very much the way you try to understand a dream. I had been thinking about 2 friends yesterday who had had biking accidents so maybe that's it.
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