Tagged: rust

our lot ends at the

our lot ends at the
[fill in the blank here] bicycle
is something new and

exciting to repeat until
we grow old and the wheels rust
.
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on the way to

more than a handful

you and i are not

i am merely a

i am merely a
bike ride away
from feeling
lost and found –
memories often
go ‘round and
‘round, stuck
hard greasing
the wheels
.
20161001:2101
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rust comes naturally –

memories are the

the early bird arrives

the early bird arrives
at five-ten and jumps right
into the morning’s lyrics
before the five-twenty-
five sunrise. sleep has
rusted beyond the
surface, and reluctant
is but a cast iron
knocker relentlessly
striking out
.
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imagination is

imagination is
often built on
the castoffs we
scout for on
the streets –
one or two kicks
away from full-
fledged street
football, three
to four sign
posts into a
race –
but even the best
of us will
rust, like the scrap
metal we collect
just because
someone imagined
it was once shiny
.
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i must confess, two-thirds of these

i must confess, two-thirds of these
memories are used, three-quarters
spent, four-fifths
indistinguishable.
every key in my possession
is rusted,
long over-
exposed,
and it has nothing
to do with neglect
.
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