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.
14 responses to “Misfit Saturday”
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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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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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Not at all!😂
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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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