Bicycles and other Love Stories
I rode my bicycle down the street
inexperience got my toes caught in the spokes
tore them to shreds
yes, the hub of the wheel (that makes the bike go)
how did I know?
Then there was the speed queen experiment
down the sticky asphalt hill
no fear Sandy is here
Oh I can take this
out of control
over the edge, sure
breathless, scraped and bloody
fucker ate my lunch!
“It’s like riding a bike”
Then there was my pimped out Schwinn
ahh pretty flowing handlebars and that darling
basket
I rode alone
full of pride and a fearless attitude
taking me to a new place
wind in my face, carefree
and my hair?
tied back in a bow
“It’s like riding a bike”
A green mountain bike, my only
mountain bike
built for control, stability, rugged terrain
excursions around the lake on Sunday’s
never really mine, just available when I needed it
when he wanted it
“It’s like riding a bike”