initiation, today's LSD
Frisco Green Trail LSD Culture,
Saturday Morning at 8
+0.0 - parking lot singlets and Garmin stopwatches
averted eyes intimidate me
+1.5 mile-fog skews the trail
up hilly mirages, fuscia berries like acid
+at the 3-50 sign, is a dash is a period?
three and a half or three to fifty?
+you tap out just shy
of 6.0, when the biker in white
finally smirks (#3 at the spy)
+gravelly rail-bed tingles my toes - seven in
blue shorts a-swishing, Ms. Scowl may lap me
+thinking what in the world about
sand in the shoe, sleepy feet get to 9
+straining a knee, but I'm hitting at pace
finish ten and one in under 2
=an initiation for enduring a world of LSD--
those long, slow distances
Saturday Morning at 8
+0.0 - parking lot singlets and Garmin stopwatches
averted eyes intimidate me
+1.5 mile-fog skews the trail
up hilly mirages, fuscia berries like acid
+at the 3-50 sign, is a dash is a period?
three and a half or three to fifty?
+you tap out just shy
of 6.0, when the biker in white
finally smirks (#3 at the spy)
+gravelly rail-bed tingles my toes - seven in
blue shorts a-swishing, Ms. Scowl may lap me
+thinking what in the world about
sand in the shoe, sleepy feet get to 9
+straining a knee, but I'm hitting at pace
finish ten and one in under 2
=an initiation for enduring a world of LSD--
those long, slow distances
posted by B-Go at
5:36 PM
2 Comments:
I like it. Much.
It reminds me of a poem I wrote; not entirely dissimilar, I think. I'll round it up and send it to you sometime.
Hope you are well; glad you're active here again.
Peace,
Taiko-ma
By
Anonymous, At
11:49 PM
hey, thanks! yeah, send me the poem.
hope you, too, are well. how's K.C.?
By
B-Go, At
11:33 PM
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