Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Icicle bicycle


Icicle bicycle
Rider; peddle, turn
Underneath the wheels
And you dare not squeal

Though the heads ridden upon
are reaching Jill and John
ride on, shiny bicycle
Shine under the winter sun

Red, and spanking new
Like the blood
that’s not your few

Speeding then
over flesh
In a net of mesh

Spokes speckled with
foamy spit
But you are not it
And them
so ride over the mayhem

Ride across the bridge
But beware
Of the ridge
There’s a barricade ahead

Voices sing; truth seeking lead
Ready with torches
Of fiery love
Hurt but standing
With strength from above

The heat is strong
And the heat is real
Though we know you cannot feel
On the structure that you deal..

You won’t crush with your icicle
When fire melts your bicycle


January 23rd, 2013

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