An Average Poem by Ryan Marsh
I want to write all my poems while
riding a bike
Cross armed
Moving with enough speed to hold
balance
Between dreams and rewrites
lays a dedicated self
Presently feeling wind on his nose
Fumigated by an F-150
Horribly unnatural things
a fenced in schoolyard
empty
I remember two-touch on the
blacktop when winter rains made
a ravine of our grass
The front wheel on this bike is
flattening
Day after day
A dream seduced by remorse
I’m a wage warrior just like you
and if I can hear your car pass me
you’re an asshole
And I'm an asshole with a faux cop car.