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 writer of fantasy, science-fiction, and far-fetched nonfiction. She’s taught literacy for the last fifteen years in various locations around the world. Her blog, Yardsale of Thoughts, blends poetry, music, art and flash fiction to create new immersive experiences for her readers.