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 traveling writer with a passion for penning horror, fantasy, and science-fiction. She has recently been published in Luna Station Quarterly, Visual Verse, Last Girls Club and Pure Haiku. Be sure to visit her blog, Yard Sale of Thoughts, which features bizarre treasures for brave readers to explore.