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