burying ourselves
in a lavish carnival
of heightened summer
coming and going
forgetting what slows us down
don’t you wish you could
down the broken line
in the middle of the road
come on, you rascal
-Beezwax
this cruiser moves me
and I return the favor
perfect relating
coasting together
such a simple thing to love
even when it breaks
the saddle carries
through the seasons of the world
one lonely pilot
-Beezwax
I want people
to write poetry for me
poetry for me
poetry for me
I’m just a lonely chopper
wanting to be loved
waiting to be loved,
hoping to be taken out.
taken to the park
taken to the store
taken to a slave station
locked up while you work
misted on all night
in the cool November rain
let’s go out again
-Beezwax
illustration by Threespeed
I ride in the sun
sending my own heart
blazing
back into the sky
for I love the sun
because I can feel him best
in winter’s night
while the sun loves me
because I asked him one day
why he shines, not when
he steps where he will
and still, shines upon my path
we meet at sunset
-Appleseed
what plays in my head
when I’m traveling alone
pretty strings of words
in the quiet miles
I try to find the soul
spinning inside me
-Beezwax
what a sliver moon
this morning’s flat forgotten
i’m myself again
-Beezwax
how do you made it
how do you get off that thing
hey do a wheelie
-Jhonny
slush thrown off front tire
right through summer riding shoes
margarita toes
-Scarecrow
I can stand on my head
can you stand on your head
can I stand on your head
-Ktron
what is he holding
wrench of godlike precision
tweak the nuts gently
-Doozer
something on the road
looks like it might be tasty
I’ve been wrong before
-Doozer
crunch goes the bottle
wheel shimmies with victory
poor little bottle
-Doozer
the cherry blossoms’
pink petals fly on the wind
my pedals join them
-NoWay
illustration by Ktron
oh curlicue S
oh springs and generous shape
Schwinn seats were the best
-ConCarne
riding bikes naked
it is a rebellious act
bring bug repellant
-ConCarne
don’t drink too much Schlitz
or your bowels will explode
and your head will pound
-ConCarne
man, does my butt hurt
why, my anus is bleeding
banana seats rule
-ConCarne
locked up in the cold
rotting with the fallen leaves
poor bicycle
-Beezwax
I catch our shadows
on the side of an old church
damn, we are so cool
-Beezwax
sprint, coast, sprint, coast, sprint
madly on a single-speed
spring has sprung for me
-Smasher
only in the rain
I notice the sky mirrored
in the road ahead
-Beezwax
illustration by Ktron
squeaky squawky squeak
squeaky squawky squeaky squawk
squeaky wheelie thud.
-Flasher
