riding hard in opposite directions

people
races
roots and rearing
the world over
worlds outside of even our own
there i saw it on the screen

spawn war
i ride past your installations on saturday mornings
thinking up your destructions
keeping up the arms race
it's my training keeping my pace high
i ride quickly by
in your victory i see only us all die

your side my side
we cannot see eye to eye
and yet the tides rise and fall
the sun sets but they say it will
change and we will suffer
you charge off with no other offer
but dismiss the hiss

riding hard in opposite directions
our fate mated blood and flesh
responsibilities create boundries
and we see opposite sides of the same coin

playing games little child
hard work needing to be done
and not many are among the working
silver and gold visions blinding
the obvious

wet tires

rain outside
wash up slip slick streets
rat out low lands
make things clean again

sins washed away
air cleared
my nose is running like rushing water
pouring down grassy hills quicker than I

tapping drops on leave's tops
soft green absorb this rain
you need nourishment
and my refreshment is quenched
i go to this well as frequently as I can

late night alone with you

it's late again
we had plans for rendesvous
but the kids went to bed late
you must have fallen asleep
it was your idea so i let you sleep
if it was mine i might wake you
selfish confessions i make to myself

you were angry
i felt maligned but like you told me i kept it quiet
shut up!
then you came around
and when you were ready we dialogue again
you even tell me you are sorry
and walking into my arms
i hold you squeeze tight
vertebrea realign
things go back in place
i give you your time and
play with the boys
we all get what we want
except this fleeting feeling that we are
still sexually connected
there just seems to be so little
time
for just the two of us.

seconday inspection

getting it done
laying down the law
laying the wood now and again

things happen
plans are prepared
timeframes are ignored or atleast expanded

questions remain
timing is off or sometimes it's on
the lights line up for a fast break

real estate sits in wait
waiting out this lifeline counterfeit
dreams put out like a cigarette pressed pinched

ashtray memories of a time forgotten
with family
without friends

names and faces
times and places
i lost 30 mins. in seconday inspection today
and sulk state magazine tranced
the officer charges i hand documents
he walks away in silence
comes back to wait in silence for a moment
then asking for my papers
i was waiting for him to speak
and finally he has
he's in his late fifties, phillipino and slow moving like so many of these
border patrol men and women.
they all seem inflated
full of pride purpose and an air of
you're gonna wait till i'm ready to have you jump
they see my face
i'm obviously not mexican
tijuanenses look at me differently
and deal with me differently too
i suppose somewhere i think the border patrol
let's my air of intolerence and disgust slip just a little
longer than many
but that's an arrogant stance at best
and when thirty minutes pass and he walks up real slow like to not
raise his heart rate a half beat
I'm given my driver's license
vehicule registration and proff of insurance i am told nothing by this greying stoic
philipino man as he walks behind my car
''can i leave now" is not bothered with by him
and i wave another down
he's younger
he's humbled himself to come to my beck
and tells me that it is complete and if i just
back up i can resume my trip to work
now running late
angry again for the inconvience
how are you doing today
becomes
i was fine but now i'm late for work.

ying and yang

151 pounds of gut bloated intestine
10 pounds over the weight of a champion
ebb and flow
feast and famine
i know i can do better than drowning in food
most of the world goes to be hungry i've been told
and i go with a tummy ache from overindulging

americans waste and pay dearly for it
we overconsume and complain alot
i am guilty as self charged
sit down and meditate
try to relate with the animal inside
always waiting patiently in the wings
pouncing when pushed
devouring when given free choice and chances
but given to hard times or concentrations of focus and illuminated
genius
keep busy soul
keep searching
you do this and the ying and the yang will
work it out themselves

harmony

so hold the press
we get these moments at times
and it's like easy smooth with nice overtones
the kids are also thusly affected
we eat then play together on my late nite
monday
home after 8pm with dinner ready and hungry family
started just before my arrival
we are a happy family for these fleeting moments
before chaos sends us reeling into our corners coming out
ready to fight
verbal jabs flying
but not tonight
tonight is different
and i wish we could reproduce it time and time and time again.

ears on the inside

obey the way
just do what is necessary
the rest is up to you

kill the monkey on your back
slay the dragon in the basement
rip up the critical notebook

it's written and yet
you're writing it in the moment
opposites pointing directions

you will question and
wait for ever till you realize
you have to have ears on the inside

Got your Back

i started out to support your cause
you said you loved me in the beginning
and now years down the road together with
two young boys employing our dasterdly traits
at times we wait
you looking at me with hate
and i stare it back colder and stronger still

we have come to places you and i
we have overcome some places me and you

still on the bright side i cant let you alone
we feed when we need on one another
your mixes with mine
in time we portion out passion and poison.

time goes on down the line
a time for time changes
times are changing
timeless pieces
timetables
mastering
wonderful artful soulful living in moments
in time


wandering down roads
which track
retracing
doubling back
watchout theres a tree limb

wandering down trails
listless and bracing
putting it down
two wheels on ground

trees beckon
path yet ridden
rocks form letters
telling me tales

singling out moments
reckon their feelings
i trust it out
downhill plunge
weave yarn
water makes it's path

over rocks down ravine

no sprint contested

the bike was
light tonite
power surges
lactate mitigated
positioning posturing
no one ever hears me
earphones with boys beastie
chatter of brakes
tri bars and unshaven legs
there's mention of eminent crashing
lap counter is poised
laps tick down
I'm sitting in
power surge
struggling in the wind but
sucking wheel
making plays
moving up at the right moment
there's one lap to go
i'm back too far
come along the outside uncontested
guarding forces
unleashing jumps across to the front
i'm well positioned with 400 meters
there the car pulls out
we pull up
no sprint contested

Mexico City Flues

me and jack kerouc went wandering down this way before
but this time family business vacation
pyramides and barak obama visits
flyovers and hotel changes
misquitos and frida kahlo
devine intervention worth mention in the
second largest city on earth
mixed places mixed family races
we commite to embassy purchases
and find rental car manuvers
convient child care practices
staying outta subway trenches
with swine flu
in full bloom
we beat the outbreak
by one week
so far no sickies
not even intestinal distress
from the city with the best
i liked my stay
cockroach shadows stare me downs
confirmed kills
blood spats on white hotel walls
i got three the night we couldnt sleep
misquito death demonstrated
Coyoacon was where we would
start
the next time we're in town
Xochimilco tambien
where we did not
but driving to pyramids
in the dank daylight of thirty odd miles
north of mexico city
the light and distance make fools
of senses and lenses
climbing the pyramide del sol
no excuse for dropping babies from
slings on steep step decents
we do not do these things
but like
the lunch at precolombian pyramids
after driving the cobblestone parkinglot exit
getting taken over on the inside car
with passener's middle finger telling me
to
fuck off
what...
the overzealous credentialed cantina lunch saleswoman
with her 7 min. pitch
which works on us we realize stunned 'pulling in to spot #6

now we run scared
glued to reports
lost in translation
fuled by pyschosis
wrapped in self indulgence
we wrestle this wreck back to deeper
water
rescue teams have been established in
designated positions
communication systems have been provided for
meat and potatoes are part of the problem
insomuchas the money powering production
has taken the steps necessary
for human behavior basic functions to evaporate
over coporate profits
protien canabilism
feed the animal it's own kind for
fattening up

i sneeze and you cover
face masks cannot be found at convient stores
my family reconsiders boundries
lost and fraught with fright
reading accounts
deathtolls mounted in the 1918 regular influenza
worldwide panic
epicenter
god bless this mess
just a blip or a major dip.

your smiles recharge faith batteries
waking in through the door there are smiles
eyes twinkle my way
i've been away all day
there are moments like this scratched deep
my moments of sanity in a strange land
where everyone wants me to go home

my dream is home
going home
homecoming
reunion
see my family
live as it's lived
laugh and reconstruct memories together
i want so badly to be there with you
along with my family
so far away in so many ways
days to years on and on
rewrite the script
it includes this time together

savoring bits of family bliss

sickness

can't get it right
fight all day
fight away the nite
machine rages on scaring my back

take deep breathing lessons
sit budda crossed
light up
closing in on objective

sling sidelong
wheels spin in place
putting the same pieces together
over and over again

can't keep my mind's objective
slip sidelong
glass tractionless
frozen motion implosion

sit budda style
song plays out
clock ticking time away
dreams vaporizing

angry living leads to depressed
mental recess
crawl up
fetal sleep
dreams melt like snowflakes in august

slowdown

darkness hides the sun
still
looked like something would break
and it has
places change
nomad wanderer
the path continues
darkness hides the sun
feel your steps fall
there you go again
changing terrain
colors blend in the distance

edges

rat's ass
shove me away
one minute we was making love
next you're uptight
come on now baby
work out knots
orgasm, drugs, exercise
slip into something more comfortable
i trust your touch
make me
make it

blood in the breath

immigration lasting decades?
wasted time bottom line
time and time again
the ceiling keeps raising
putting pasts behind
us moving into darkness
throwing money problem's way
stands against bullies
backing down
running out bar tabs
running out on it all
walking back broken down
flatted starts
bittersweet victory's memory
fading love
falling flat
living contemplative
making a difference
listless moments
wasted
washed up and suitable for use
playing margins
executing game plans
putting bestlaid plans to rest
seeing light at tunnel's end
seeing darkness thereafter
kissing life's ass
getting kicked in the ass
kicking some ass in the process
screaming in a vacum
passing out in pain
lonely is living duty free
being alone happily connected universe
tears rolling
heart beats dripping
family unknow
restless requests
relentless requests
poor mannered bullshit
evil empire
keeping me from my loved ones
waiting in vain
Godot never comes
here come the no suprises
faith slipping
grip dripping
chronicle blood in the breath

hamstring cramps

hamstring cramps
beer drunk hill climbs mt top snow view
stretchless runs running on and on
keyhole mechanics line up and door open

bank on flux
yin yan economic theory
times is hard
bailout boats yet aloat

cause we gonna make that game
stake claim and state your name
slingshot sticks and stones
braking chaintooth tones

my bikcycle came to a sudden stop
seems the taxi infront a me
get my dwn tube buckled ruined
she went away and i crashed

you wanted me back and that's just what i needed to
put you away forever
places left lost and stolen
heartstrings vibrate yet and continue

saying it over and over and over
get it straight
untwist ties
pull it out as ft wheel slides out from under saved it

keep me singletrak on course
agile
alive
rubberside down

februrary rain rides

Nick Cave is taunting Tom Waits into something
while I clean my rain soaked 
bicycle's street dirty drivetrain
they're both urging me to leave
last song of the show
we got there late it was all my fault

you hate my ways my past my me
but you love my touch on your soft flesh
beautiful body messenger
shaping my future

at these moments you remain sublime
we ride together
your body on mine
soft rolling hills giving in to sharp curves

barreling down on you
you give into me your hair falls
your eyes roll back
you're already there and i'm not far behind