written by: K. Hartless
Pedaling through punk rock
fields, neon yellow streaks,
the spike of several weeks.
Empty overpass rebellions,
concrete cracks, and loud wifi towers.
Whiskey bottles and aggressive wildflowers.
Making my own way to the offensive
finger lake. Green-blue dilated shore
distorting pebbles, sands of joy.
Napping on our no future blanket,
contemplating promiscuous power
struggles, individual liberty, and rubber
tires, the silencing of sound like safety pins.
Overhead, a white blossom mohawk array,
my leathery seat’s hot on a misfit Saturday.
K. Hartless is a persistent poet, free-spirited fiction writer, and word trapeze artist. She’s been recently published in Chamber Magazine, 365tomorrows, Luna Station Quarterly, and Last Girls Club. Visit her Yard Sale of Thoughts website for fresh finds.
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