Jailbreak

Billboards whipping past.Lights look likecomets.Flies hit my eyes likeair rifle pellets.There’s grease on mypantcuffs.The whole street’s jammed up.police caught a thief, told the thief put his hands up. made a left on broad streetright ohfah snyder avegoing to my girl’s housetightest girl I ever nabbed. and,  I  made it uptownquicker than a whips tip.Ran seven red lights,Riding like a whiz kid.Breath is my metronome,regulating bloodflow.Can’t stop now.Keep kicking up theasphalt.have the spokes spinning andit looks like it’sin reverse.Weaving in and outta gridlock.Looks like it’s beenrehearsed.Heading in the right direction.Anyway’s the right way.Calve musclesbuldging out.Thighs burning slightly.Gotta keep spinningas the sweat cools mybody down.Faster than a bullet.Leaping potholesin a single bound.Everything’s behind me.Leaves turn toicecicles.Watching seasons change fromthe seat ofmy bicycle.