Quickie

Ride the skies ride em high ride aboard the glowing clouds in your
eyes, ride and slide down the sloping nose of Minnie Driver, making out
with Matt Damon, ride the bushy beard of Robin Williams, ride it right
into his early-80s coke binge, on out and past that old Mrk and Mindy
house located here on the one street in Boulder, ride it down, around,
inside, outside, through Dr. Seuss ice cream dreams and experimental
White Stripes videos, ride it into a canyon and back out to
civilization, ride it into the gaping mouth of an employee making
excuses, of a boss suddenly confronted with his own ineptitude, of a
media manager grasping for straws while his true poetry lies dormant.
Ride it through sweaty summer nights, cool wet mornings,
ironically-detached one nights stands, coffee breaks and basketballs
courts and sidewalks covered in kickstand gouges. Ride it over the
clumps of divets and grass and mangled slugs and banana peels twisted
into knotty shapes, ride it right through -- sailing! -- the window of
your therapist on 38th street, as she coos to her daughter you drop
jelly-scented coffee beans in their familial laps and right on out the
door like the retarded 28-year-old tripping on foreign chemicals
provided by his brother earlier today..,,///

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