out of pen, out of mind

good morning night elusive. The sweetness on my lips from wine doesn't run too deep. The stillness, pens louder than traffic, the window sky airplane buzzing by awhile ago, the spokes my bent wheel whining, counting time, days, hours, minutes knowing that they would run never doing what you would hope, and that's the funny thing there is no time that ever isn't slipping this way or that, tomorrow yesterday both robbing now, knifing it in the kidney or the back, leaving it laying in the alley leaking seconds and minutes, the bike wheel spinning on its side, and I wonder when I race my bike if I'm not still, and only speeding up the Earth, and if I can ride east fast enough will I ever find a yesterday I'd even like, don't get me wrong, I'm not into repeating (a pause) I'm not into receding into past or into walls that seem no more to be, I'd rather run or race not against anybody but me because just once I might be able to escape myself or me or whatever the hell I am or not. To see beyond the present why would I want that, I don't, the future nor the past, you just let me be now here away from that which should be or might be or can't be. Let time fall off the planet, let me do away with skin, with flesh, with shoes that wear too fast, yes speed if there were no time speed would die, the wind wouldn't blow, my teeth wouldn't chew, doesn't garlic burn? raw garlic good for the heart, and keeping people away, let me breathe on you and leave your flower putrid, let it cease to be, that you might come out, empty yourself and me the (no not a vapor)