Pedal Back, Oranges Lost

The sun is in a right spot. When the sun is in a right spot. I'll be in a right spot. I'll see you when I'm right.

I've come to see you taken, taken over a ripe mountain. Taken under dragged down under, through and given up.

My leg a twitching blunder rippling tickling ticking thunder.

I've come to see you under. I've come to see you up.

We are in a right spot. We're never in a right spot. I'll see you when I see you leaning forward in your flip flop.

I'll break you when I see you. I'll break you when I see.

I'll be pleased you see my crystal breath before I see.

Ocean Terrace beach view loft. I'll see you when I see you. I'll see the sunlight and the breeze.

I'll break you when I see.

Your oranges often get lost, in the bag they often get.

I'll see that you won't get lost with your oranges in the sea.

My bike gears are the miles between the ocean you and me.

I'll see you when I get lost, I'll see you when I see.

My pedals lost like orange peels in your deeply salty sea.

I'll break before you get to live the way you've lived with me.

Your oranges often get lost. I'll find them when they get lost.

I'll find you when you get lost when you pedal back to me.

I'll find you pedaling backwards with the orange you brought to me.

allez.

she strolls down the alleyway

of my thoughts.

she picks up speed

then slows

then stops.

she whispers my name, she whispers

again.

she whispers without beginning or end.

the breeze in her hair, the air in her lung,

she never left my name

unsung.

she never left the words undone.

she takes a breath deep,

she opens her eyes;

she thinks not of truth and neither of lies.

she knows it was all and all for naught.

she strolls down the alleyway

of my thoughts.