"I long to ride a bike, dance, whistle, look at the world, feel young and know that I’m free, and yet I can’t let it show." - Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl.
The sun did not set
one spring
It was lurking like
a pale assassin
prevented the darkness from
changing gear
and sparks struck
about the envy of denial
The moon was already then
a drunken scam
with the solar system
under my skin
I dreamt of frozen bad detectives in the great refrigerator of Warszawa. Istanbul dry ice vice. Big chill NY. The big freezer of Stockholm. Our model of fear.
You can't jump from little things to big things. Takes time, patience and practice. First Wyścig Pokoju, Giant’s Causeway Coast Sportive and then Tour de France.
Going back to Warszawa and Istanbul and Madrid and Dublin and Stockholm. In New York at Vazac's talking to Pop. Bartender old goat Balzac ex cop... [Urban Bike Wear Inc.]