I learned how power
Tastes like being
Bodies slung beyond
What we couldn't very well embody.
This was Ryan's
There was something mangled in the corner.
From the ceiling cobwebs clung. Cottonmouthed,
A sock peeks out from under the couch. A pulse
Through this tongue collection. A rubber blur
Then they were on their bikes.
Pedaling thru layers of March wind.
Pedaling thru silence that thru us rushed.
One consummate instance posed:
Nothing future but exposure's
As a small child, I felt in my heart two contradictory feelings, the horror of life and the ecstasy of life. --Charles BaudelaireMy Story