Bubbly darkness precludes the feeling of the dark
A lift along a misty fizz produces the tongue sensations
Of a marked road covered in drizzle, the sound of bicycle tires
A buzz from the rubber separating the water from the pavement
Building to an acceleration either uphill or down leading a lean over the seat
Overgoing glasses covered in dew, late morning full body filling
Chewed ice complements the cleared throat, hungrily crunched thirst
A wrist lifted high, another at rest, evading a spot at the cuff-line
Rhythms drown sounds of banality chatter, office transitioned to the cloudy day
Left behind foam reveals the true nature of the raw materials
Thunder claps as I poke away
And I must run
Riding out the impending rain
Indoors
With more sipping
And seeing
Roman Ryan 