saturday, may 31

i have this vision
of a rickety wooden dock extending out
into some inland sea
a lone bicycle accelerates wildly
and hurls itself from the last plank
arcing into the water
we cut to a view under the surface;
the bicycle sinks slowly into a pile
of corroding frames, handlebars, and tires
as a fish swims away into the murk.

tags: topics/bikes, topics/poem

p1k3 / 2008 / 5 / 31