A Monologue with the Æther

I Ride

Asphalt and steel Surround me, Enclosed not encased, Exposed. Two wheels driven by Two pistons of bone and muscle, Fueled by adrenaline. That rush is my monkey.

All day, I crisscross The same streets, the same hills. Buses, taxis, cars Pass me, cross me. I am invisible Suits me fine Increases my chances Of living ‘til tomorrow.

They call about Documents, letters, packages That they need delivered, Yesterday. That’s what I do For a price. But it doesn’t Cover the price I pay In broken flesh and bone.

If I wasn’t an adrenaline Junkie, I’d be done with all of this.