Pedaling through punk rock
fields, neon yellow streaks,
the spike of several weeks.
Empty overpass rebellions.
Concrete cracks and loud wifi towers.
Whiskey bottles and aggressive wildflowers.
Making my own way to the offensive
middle-finger lake. Green-blue dilated shore
distorting pebbles, sands of joy.
Napping on our no future blanket,
contemplating promiscuous power
struggles, individual liberty, and rubber
tires, the silencing of sound like safety pins.
Overhead, a white blossom mohawk array;
my leathery seat’s hot on a misfit Saturday.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
Sorry but Dear Prudence was by the Beatles
Tsk, tsk, tsk, you youngsters 🤣🤣🤣
Actually, what I was going to say was that it is surprising to us because it is definitely not *my* idea of Munich. I tend to think of The Sound of Musix transposed to DE
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Alright, you got me. That’s a cover, but you might have to update your views of Munich. We’ve got graffiti, the slinky sound of trains, rattlesnake dive bars, gin city, and roughed up storefronts. Yeah, there’s at least a bit of Berlin here. I see it, and the fields, the finger lake, so punk rock. (I am not punk rock and truly have no actual idea what is) 😂
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I suppose all cities are the same these days. When we had the Royal Wedding a couple years ago, the local council prepared by… clearing homeless people off the streets. But, at least a dew days later, they allowed ’em to return.
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I was thinking to comment about the royal wedding and whether you put on your finery to line the processional and try not to swoon, but decided against it, not being British or knowing if that might offend. 🤣
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No I was washing my hair that day.
Heads of State should be elected. You guys got that one right. Your Electoral College sucks, but you got the overall principle right. Tell ’em I said so 🤣 Note that I wouldn’t object to our current queen being Head of State, as long as she were elected.
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Sorry, I’m busy making eggplant parm, or should I say aubergine parm 😉 yeah, the electoral college is like a chastity belt; it’s outdated, no one knows how it really works, and something about it just smells bad. 🤣🤣
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Do you now I just learned something! I had no idea that aubergine was eggplant! Why on earth… 🤣
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Our Queen must think that the whole of Britain is spotless, and smells of wet paint!
Nice poem BTW, but I agree, prefer The Beatles original.
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😂 Thank you, kindly. Glad I didn’t offend any of the royal servants with my off-handed, random comments.
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Not at all!😂
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I am not familiar with this Beatles Song so I don’t really know how similar or different it is. I enjoyed the sort of thematic language in the imagery. Will have to check out the original. Probably know it if I hear it.
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Yeah, it’s definitely a cover. Perhaps a bit better than the original Beatles hit. Shhh, don’t tell Mr. B. Thanks for your comment. I like this poem a lot and really did write it on my bike, last March 😉
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🌞. Under the chain saw sun.
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Yes. I really like the poem!
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