i dream in stereo

in doubly, that is.
tandem.
teaches us about love, forgiveness, and the flower of promise. it's the american dream. that's what the tandem bike is for me. it's my white picket fence-two kids-in the country-dog sliding on the kitchen floor-wine cellar-ham radio-midlife sailboat-corvette covered on blocks in the driveway.....something that i sincerely think about when i try to envision my future.

of course, i'll still ride the lone steed. silence in the small hours. tilting my head away from the wind. watching the street riverrun away under my arms, which are still as statues and resolute in small folds and bronze wrinkles that were dug with the flex of a joint and never moved, never closed back up or filled back in. it's about fertility, probably. you know how all life is spawned from repetetive motion...the peak and dip of the moon pulses with the same hip thrust as the life giving loin which thinks of waves and rivers-constantly swirling the same water back into itself-as it's host sweats and cusses and the cherry tree buds, blooms and dies in a year long, slow loop, knot in the board that supports the roof of the shed, the knot is an eye where the tree learns to count starting with years. as it's branches sprout and swell, the tree learns about numbers, one, two, three and each arm has fingers who count by growing their own fingers and all of this wraps the gentle marrow of the tree heart in a new skin each year.

just saying.

this morning, full on 2.95 breakfast special and copperwire lectric bustelo coffee, jeezy and i were riding up 6th ave. acting the commuter and jeezy bumps a cop car haha and the cop pulls over and starts talking pathetic power trip how he's going to lock jeezy up and mess up his friend here too, me who's not said a word except this is stupid and we laugh at him as we ride away free on like gazelle legs which never have touched the ground but appear to jump, really flying bouncing on a layer of power that lives under its feet all the time even sleeping a centimeter off the ground hovering. haha....we win.