four years and you still
think the shower
to be something suspicious

too much rain to
ride my bike, no matter
how strong desire pulls

de-evolution
all around me
couldn't care less

her reflectors blinking
in a flood of lights.
alien warlord look-a-like

in summer, without looking
kids cross the bike lane
in autumn it's mostly rats

actions, not necessarily mine
change reactions
i need to disappear

when he left the house he had
forgotten that he never wanted
to be bigger than life

the only time i can focus
on the way that lies before me
is when cycling through the dark

faces like masks,
hollow, lifeless eyes
the every day traffic blues

a salesgirl from bipa told me
that my job must be boring.
this leaves me a bit surprised