Red,
I had a bike mechanic in my mouth
because I had no money and he said
I had a serious brake pad problem ie
no brakes no helmet no light all winter
long with my rust coated bike creaking
up the salted hill to his shop for love
again etc and no money and after on
his radio somebody nearby read the
first part of the Bible aloud which
the bike mechanic said is in fact
spiritual technology
my hands got covered in paper cuts
black holes in the pockets of my coat and
my iphone alighted with the reality of war
I told the bike mechanic I loved your art
and about the shapes you tried to make
in bed like something never seen before
a nameless object yes a fountain in space
you said of light and yes well—see ya later
the bike mechanic said and outside the
shop's lit glass door I saw this old lady
covered in birds rose up as she lifted
the long zoom lens of her camera
straight up into the well—I guess
you could just call that the sun
Dyl