My heart unravels Grip me right so I don’t slip Double sided tape
The ghost Mr. Bike
Buried with all your secrets
No longer in chains
Going out for brunch You lie there saying nothing Hopeless are your spokes
Like your mind twisted
Very easy to fix it
Why don’t you take home
No one braked for you
A bright teal you one were
Forever locked here
Side by side you lean
The unknown correspondence
3 inches of snow
Scraped into the walk
You are now stripped of yourself
Not even a lock
Not even a bike
Covered in the white powder
Will you ever breath
Disappearing now
Your parts are cannibalized
You could of been more
6 am photo
Each morning I venture out
I capture the sights
