Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Without spell check
Perhaps I would be stabbed by a grammar
Fanatic to please with words however it
Is just not that way with me see
Tonight : the rain has stopped
The bike is telling me I need to ride
Past the sports bar
Past the stinky fish restaurant
And rolling gliding on
Mia s some middle aged woman's idea of fashion
Too the art framer that if you speak to him
You will be trapped in empty conversation for too long
Then past the upstream coffee house
And then the river cafe where dragon boat racers meet at 730
Eat scrambled eggs and bacon afterwards
Her type
Looked sort of like paul McCartney and an italian
But her dog had more redeeming qualities then the men she married
She quit smoking and started obsessively working out- eating humus and vegan coffee cake
Smoothies and vitamins and green slime
The gym below her house was another space
To go when the rain has you stir crazy
the bike has a voice- wakes me up talking about places it wants to ride
I will ride in the dark past the geese

A long the river
With Portland lit up to my left

And I just need to wait a little bit longer
I feel the pull---

big wheels keep on Turnin', proud Jana keeps on Burnin'....Rollin', rollin'....rollin' on......

very fond of the lines:

her type
Looked like paul McCartney and an Italian
But her dog had more redeeming qualities than the men she married

oh yeah

I love your poems!!!!! I have a mountian bike a twenty niner girls bike because I am smaller , it fits me perfect the poem reminds me of so many rides and of real people I know , I can see it all. I live on the bay down south so the water in the air I know and when I was young I was up your way I can find the road in my mind much enjoyed! Ill post you a riding poem when I find it have a great day ! aint ball bearings fun! . Ps I am looking to build an atomic zombie tad pole trike .

Looking forward to all inventions!

It's beat up here for bike riding at the moment - shrivering winter - my bikes are out in the garage, had to move them to get the snowblower out yesterday ... my wheels won't be singing 'til April at least & O those first few rides are going to be agony - but after the leg muscles harden and the lungs open up it's gonna be up down across & over the plateau -
hell yeah, Mongolia! - Thx Jana, enjoyed