bike back#bk

the city propels
compelling you through
every step in (your) way
designing the divides
deep underwater or high atmosphere
where we aren't meant to be
is where we find signs in (((tight))) air
to look inside
the gravity between:what we want&need
some ideas are lost between cracks beneath fast feet
112
dollars for days
combinations of connections
to get you where you aught to be
coming up from under, columbus's circle, clouds moving past sky's scrapping
the corners
built by more than one man
corners connect
memories made on the way to where we
wonder how we arrived without
reason
connecting to the canvas

the city each step pulling perspectives
to change the way we view what's built disappearing behind trees although mostly brick bridges abridging behind walls dividing
we are:in a symphony of sounds
that chatter underground
talk of the town
playing
from heart to ear

\\underground everyone in silence wires2ears
connected to keep near
everyone externally

feeling internally
isolated behind eyes
only connection to be made between tracks the constant poem
lived in each day on train
of thought//

coming up from under
finding sense within:our selves listening makes
dreams feel less
surreal
a new symphony strikes
the sound of a generation
making sense of fast pace:we are

fundamental elements circle across square whatever makes you stare at the pattern

of our days
how we intercept what remains not in vain the steps we take
on the sidewalk
between the blocks
laid across town
to meet between
ideals worn with
certainty
on either side of fine lines
where soho meets canal
bridges become part of town to
lead lives onto something else
words serve no purpose
&a glance tells a story of feet
hitting the street with nothing but extremes:

it's says "just used" how could that
be true?

could you give me a swipe
passing on through the night
underground we travel

making connections at stations past patience

looking for virtue in closing
doors

holding us open hoping it
will

tracks leading tracks out of places between spaces
along the bridge going through the motion as days accumulate walking the bridge that divides
not from wrong or right
but from here to there
as balloons are drawn at our feet
of parties went to last week
before crossing back
to your side of right
as what was here was wrong between the spheres
hallow in your head from late nights
crossing between lives
passing by
the bored wa(lk)(tch)

watching us watch the
sky
hoping something will come into
sight
the view hasn't changed
the only thing that can change is
the way:interpreted
the light over the water
divides life
the shadows beneath trees
shading our need
multiplying the degree
of certainty felt
beneath
the sky:landscape for where crowded rooms escape stars in the approaching
night
bike back#bk