call me so there's light...

a fleeting flashback of yesternight
came back as if to haunt
or perhaps, taunt.

heart jackhammering furiously
as if in a mad dash
already late to keep a date with death
or a dance with danger

desire often overcomes fear
fear of the unknown so easily choked by the desire for the sinful


careless to ricocheting repercussions
callous to the loose cannons of consequence
triple axling with abandon
cosy in the comfort that
the conscience left convalescing
will eventually be revived and reinstated

and lines will once again be towed
lives lived in order
socks pulled up
acts cleaned up

oh, round and round go the wheels of my bicycle
till there's no more air left in its tyres
squeezed dry,
running on empty

and there it lies now
decrepit and dejected
its metals rusty, rotting away
its rubbers cracked and crushed,
rejection oozing from every open pore

like a cold sore.

i guess all that hot air took its toll on my bicycle
and all the smoke in the world couldn't cloud my saucer eyes

broken
a sliver of a ghost
my bicycle

so
did it come to haunt,
or perhaps taunt?