burning man biking

(September 2022. Biking around the playa at Burning Man, mostly at night. Interaction with various art pieces. A more beat style than I’d been using in the months prior.)

i am biking 9 to 5
which takes all of maybe
20 minutes

i go as the dust blows and never die
resettling the eye of a new ground

keep de-aging
like benjamin button but benjamin velcro
said laura who read us all a poem and looked through our eyes
who i had to get away from but still loved

across from the spaceship the art the heart with the bungee cords you have to crawl under through the dust like a secret agent you have to really want it and then if you break in there’s a ladder to the top of the heart and i climbed up and there’s a wonderful view and there was also a couple making out there and i laughed and went down the ladder but not before taking in the view

i stopped at the art of the giant fork to do worship
and i took my boots off even though there is a huge hole in my foot freshly bled and sore to weight
and i stretched through my body and squatted through my knees and hips and elbows
arms gripping the imaginary tree branch in the dust in line with the thought of a real tree branch
life depending on it (the imagination plays across the dust changing colors)
and putting my weight in the hands of god myself
and i know i will need to be able to do a headstand on a tree branch to know true balance
of these sloshing genders in the brave meat of this body

the heel is where your bounce ends

there is a sculpture of three vertical rings the bands are spanned by fractal holes
circles and the opposite of circles filling the rectangular face that rings the ring or rings depending on your topography
and there is a man sleeping curbed dreams in one curved ring