another tuesday morning this time it's november 4th and its san diego still and its short sleeves 7:45am just slightly chilly but when we get started its gonna be a blood in your throat effort to hang on for as long as possible and the sweat will pour into sunglasses blueing the view and there are cars and dogs off leash and potholes and shit and dead animals strewn around the 4 mile loop along with slower riders dropped riders runners halloween leftovers bottle deposit seekers all out in the morning with the fog lifted and the sun about to bring it down so i've prepped a bit more with around 10mins of "muscle activation" exercises in the gym and some foam roller action for those perpetually tight cycling muscles like the TFL and the Lats and Calves so I'm convinced i can make it longer than last week's dismal 1/4 lap and so the group is bigger and i take a look over my shoulder to verify there are many of us taking up this punishing pursuit following the fast riders in front jockeying for the wheel that gives the best draft getting pushed off that good wheel and moving up to find another and the pace is high and the motor pacer has been behind us now for the first 2 laps but as i struggle to close a gap and now I'm at the back and Laurie has dropped just moments ago i see the moto speeding past on the left and i have not the strength to mount a comeback and as i drift off the fast group it seems they loll just a moment as if to say why did you just sit up we're right here come back it's worth your effort and then the moto hits the front and they're gone up the island around the bend and i see the others who have witnessed the same fate ride on to my back wheel and pass me and i try desperately to stay with them and the three of us ride in formation waiting for the fast group to catch us and make us race their pace once again and for a long lap they come roaring back and we sprint to get back on and 2 of us do and just like that less than a kilometer later half a kilometer later it's man this is just to f%#$ing fast for me right now and i sit up and ride toward the island exit get passed bay a young university woman see her in the distance and try to reel her back in which i do and i'm just hitting some last ditch effort to finish up the morning training and we link up with another dropped rider from fast group and hit it hard till the exit where i lick my wounds and ready myself for breakfast and the work day that awaits

The Daily Over Dose

 The Anger Grows

this poisoning begins

the Daily Dose

fastened seatbelts

locked doors

feels safe for now

here we go

on-ramp get ready for the light to turn green

hands adjust 

steering wheel grip tightens

it's your turn to go

you better be ready to go fast

faster than you think you should

car frenzy freeway concrete

rivals opponents competitors await 

brain tissue reorganizing 

there's no time to be soft

think roadway cutthroat assassin

settling into the morning commute

 numbness will take care of your fear

a numbness necessary for survival

this is america after all 

dogs eat dogs out here

you strong or soft

get pushed around 

do some pushing around 

the pace is frenetic 

pedal down hard don't give an inch

driving ever faster speeds

bumper to bumper license plates

competition for space at blinding pace

 no time to be friendly civic 

turn off emotions

stern stare no glare

they might have a gun afterall

remember road rage 

perpetrator and victim

cell phone distractions

so much to consume

at such terminal velocity

react quick

or you gonna be late for work

you gotta work

never stop work

bills need paid

you can be replaced

don't just be content for your own survival

you need more and more

more speed more greed

remember capitalism requires 

your purchasing production

to increase every year the  

treadmill ramps faster

keep making the pace

the commute

hurry up man

another cog in the machinery

and the machine moves quickly

all this

in the land where greed greases the speed

and the land where they let the children cry

over that broken down river pier

taken by drink

 when the spirits hit the blood stream

my mind begins the dream

she'll be home soon

ill have shit to do

ill get shit for doing nothing

thou i haven't been doing nothing

the rush flows

this generation

generations past and future

spirits flowing

talking tales setting sails

distant surfaces distant stands

we play around the edges of what's important

spending all our lives dreaming in circles

she'll be home soon

the idle dreaming will end

there will be chores to do

it's not her fault

it's not my fault

shit still gotta get done

when the spirits hit the blood stream 

the song is unleashed 

the dance begins 

the light moves over the trees

exposure

 there was her neck 

naked bronze honey tone

when she turned her head in summertime 

her hair gave permit opportunity

exposing the soft warm hue

and I bend over her shoulder to kiss 

her head falling into mine

salty sweet melting heat

The only band that really matters....

 police and thieves

police as thieves

thieves policing streets

fighting the nation

guns and ammunition

hearts and minds

minds left blind

lives left behind

police and thieves

thieves policing the streets

minds left behind

think too much lose your mind

mind your goddamn business

business thriving

lives left behind

move on up just 

stay blind

 writing this shit down and reading it later

this shit dont make no sense

It's a mess in here

 the socializers have left the house

been nearly 2 weeks

things are slack

disorganized 

weak

no rules 

no ambition

cause celeb for obvious reasons

but the change 

be the change

as white supremacy beams more brightly on the stage

it's occupied history

 time to take stock 

to mobilize thoughts

to learn the forgotten

be inlightened as seen now negative

introspect

collect threads fabrics

of life inquisitive's quilt collage

melting pot 

fights and drawn lots

places prohibited 

police provocation 

special treatment and moving violations

broken taillight middle of the night

broken window policy lack of rights

places to challenge places to stay

make all the bad go away

it's a mess out here

but not here alone.