A Cyclist's Plight
a poem by Ace Malarky
Deep fried asphalt crawls beneath my wheels as I pedal on,
pursued by buzzing flies
and salty drops of sunscreen sweat sting my squinting eyes.
Caffeine coursing through my corporal chassis fuels my weary
and mutes the screaming mind that wants the same respite for
which my human vessel begs.
Be the road before me treacherous, the hills before me steep,
God heals my aching body every night with fitful sleep.