Transportation

I ride your bicycle hands,

  backwards through the dark ,

reversed and inverted

the wheel magnetized to

a grid of printed instructions

for unfolding origami lines

 rolled balancing,

over hills of rags and bags,

tottering stagger

plunged 

and battered into muddy pulp

compacted into veins, 

  pumped in blood

and squeezed out

 Moaning into the morning light,

from the tightly turned tourniquet

of night.

Possible Side Effects:

Orgasm, a rent controlled apartment, retroactive denial and in rare cases minor flashes of wistful annoyance.