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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