milk bottle skyscape

quote:
" I used to think love was an old man smashing a mirror over his knee" -jeffrey mcdaniel
hello spring. i want to officially welcome you back to chicago. this now means my bike lanes through chicago are a bit more congested with fair-weather riders. it also means there are heaps of motorcycles. which i like to pass on my bicycle - especially the bearded motorcyclists.

speaking of which, a couple days ago i was returning to my abode from lincoln park and i was crossing north and damen, going south past that outdoor grill place with lots of people sitting outside and a super zz top bearded guy was just getting on his motorcycle in front of the place. Obviously, trying to show off to all the diners, he did some spin on his bike, but then lost control and went flying across damen mostly on one wheel, eventually landing under his bike. luckily, i was enough out of the way to avoid the display. he pulled himself and his bike up and then said "fuck" under his breath as i passed by. I kept pedaling towards home, and began to think that this might be some warning not to get a motorcycle and was about to dismiss the idea when i passed his comrade who was waiting on his own motorcycle just out of the way of the bike lane. as i passed the comrade, i looked at him and his face was completely distorted by scars.

then i thought, hmm, well, i'm not going to be one of those motorcyclists (meaning flashy stupid ones who are trying to prove something). nor will i really ride it much in the city anyway. then i got macdonald's french fries and met my friends in humboldt park for a late night picnic. ahh....

i'll leave you with a gorgeous poem i read a few days ago:

Bishnu Dey

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ASPIRATION

Wipe out the sky tonight,
Smear darkness on the stars,
Blot out the moon in the slough of sleeplessness.
Cover your eyes and come
Through the web of the wind,

Drown the noise
Of the strides of the night-veiled sea
To take my breath away
At each your soundless footfall.
In the quiet-quelled night
Let us meet mouth to mouth
Upon the summit of sleeplessness.
Shatter your world, scatter it in the sky,

And come to me in the dark.

.fresh.