Rock Island Bike Trail @ 11pm

North 

toward 

the electric heart.

The single memory of the night

cling to is

moving north from highway 2.

North

toward

the electric heart

after

an archaic night of

     friends 

     food 

     television.

My soul felt vacant.  Nothing in it

not even a

rattle.

(finally) The night being over, three of us

bodies

embark

into the dark.

I like the 

silent caution riding through 

blank parts

of the city.

Movement without the sound of engine.

Muscles clenching, 

relaxing, clenching.

I like 

the sober cold wind

and the 

familiar backgrounds of Lindsay and Jake

riding ahead

as we zip into the cover

of trees

and the leaves on the trees

creating the invisible sound

I imagine exists

on the ocean floor.

North from highway 2

into the unlit

tract of trail

and one too few layers of clothing.

The remote chance of 

danger feels like not faking it.

Total black.

Sugar.

April 9, 2012