teand
Jun 22, 2010 09:40
east wind today
we round a corner
and ride into eau de pig farm
so potent
eyes water
when a Winchester says
"Smells like hell."
it's not a metaphor
biking,
poetry
teand
Jun 21, 2010 09:55
this morning
my wheels chewing at the gravel
flush a pheasant from a wheat field
"Are you sure it isn't..."
Pheasant.
"But it could be..."
Pheasant!
"Probably a possessed pheasant," Dean mutters
to Sam.
and we ride on
biking,
poetry
teand
Jun 20, 2010 18:24
Into the village and back;
how am I facing a headwind both ways?
I'm not going that fast.
And the apocalypse is over.
"Actually," Sam says, "I hated the ending,
so we're doing it again."
"Oh crap," Dean sighs.
And gears down.
biking,
poetry
teand
May 22, 2010 14:09
fyi
you can fit an astonishing amount of
dog shit
inside the heel treads of a
mizuno X10
"Probably not a selling point,"
Dean mutters.
"Definitely not," Sam sighs.
"You see a stick anywhere?"
poetry,
running
teand
Apr 05, 2010 18:00
Turning west,
the headwind is strong enough
I have to gear down.
"Don't be a baby," John growls.
"You're making too much fuss
about a little wind."
You think?
That's exactly what they said
to Dorothy.
biking,
poetry
teand
Apr 03, 2010 12:38
We've gone from warm to HOT.
I don't trust it.
"Bitch, bitch, bitch," Dean says.
"You're never happy, are you?"
Hot? April 3rd? In Canada?
Could be a sign of the Apocalypse.
"What isn't?" Sam sighs,
rolling his eyes.
Good point.
We ride on.
biking,
poetry
teand
Mar 11, 2010 13:46
"You want me on a bike,
it had better have
Harley Davidson
painted on the gas tank," Dean snarls.
Sam slaps a Hello Kitty
sticker on the fender.
Dean does not agree
that this is close enough.
biking,
poetry
teand
Mar 08, 2010 13:29
The sun is shining!
The squirrels are frolicking!
I passed a fuzzy caterpiller out on the road...
"Only because it stopped to stretch,"
John growls.
Ow.
Burn.
poetry,
running
teand
Mar 03, 2010 14:07
When you forget a tissue,
put your gloves in the wash
as soon as
you get home.
You don't want to find them
in your windbreaker pocket
weeks later
when they're crunchy.
poetry,
running
teand
Mar 01, 2010 14:07
"So,
been running without us?" Dean snarks.
I consider lying but don't
and it's snark, snark, snark.
"Hey!" I snap at last.
"At least you weren't out shovelling imaginary driveways!"
That
shuts him up.
poetry,
running