name your bike
Trite shorthand
“Words can’t describe”
Yearning for symbol formations
Perfect arcing vectors
Gossamers in space
My best friend’s dad up the street
Rode an old red Trek up and down the mountain
Named his bike with a sticker:
Sisyphus
Traveling at quite a clip
We think we can get there from here
From choosing to live
To a crisp articulation of why
Emerging from fog to sip
Lemonade in dixie cups
But this narrow winding path
Leads nowhere in particular
Seeking behavior
Neural pathways snap crackle
Pop not a question
Nor an answer
Only sound, action, movement
It will have to do
Adhesive won’t hold long
In the cold misty entropy
But I know what I’m naming my bike