Sometimes, it is misery that brings me here. I once a year declaration to a mirage so close...So near. With further toil. I know that is not the end result. Turmoil...being the Utopian lack of doubt. The salt that falls between the crack in the lines. No requiem for heat. No casket for pine. Only … Continue reading On the Boardwalk
Scene: Laconia Bike Week 2014. Weir's Beach, New Hampshire Characters: Moped Lady Jamaican Pot O Potty worker named, Dejohn Moped Lady: I'm afraid. All the years I've been coming here...these things have been like death! I don't want to catch anything! Dejohn: Whateva yuh du maa. Just dont luk dung! Just dont … Continue reading Flushing Fear
Barren and bold Stone cold bone Alone soot from a sodden stove. Shook the itch... that conclusive bitch. She felt like poison ivy with a nervous twitch. Left by itself it could have passed, as a vacant father's vacant past. Some beaten Beatnik, however, rode along. Placing passion with an off beat … Continue reading Weir’s Beached
There are no challenges out there not worth dying for. The chances we take whether depth depriving, death defying or magical have hold of our psyche. The art of Moped Balancing is no different than flying...you take your eye off the sky and the earth seems to be in the palm of your hands!