All Along
I like to write about biking.
And tangled things.
I like to enjoy.
The road.
Eyes with puffy feelings.
Fingers which have skulls inside.
The all along things.
That hide behind guardrails.
I like to write about biking.
All through the country.
With ghostly wheels and reflective shine.
And other things you can buy at a gas station.
The mush feeling.
Not in my toes,
Just plumes everywhere.
All along the highway.
All along the highway.
Dazzling.
Just like shards or plastic.
A tree or something.
The all along things.
That highways leave behind.
Plucking hairs as I travel.
They are everywhere either way.
I like to write about biking.
I went back and got tangled more.
Got tired and rested behind the guardrail.
Which goes all along.
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