and if we stay together we can ride these bikes forever… nacross these armed metropolis... nalthrough the orchards where the golden fields wave back at us… nAnd I swear that we'll take this ride… nas it welcomes an amber sunset...nsheltering ourselves under bridges counting every fallen calendar… non rubber miles touching asphalt amounts… non shapes held by manufactured frames... nand rusty hinges reflecting the clouds… nwe've embraced, quotes carved into wooden park benches… ncovered ourselves with our own crafted blankets… npalm tree summer burst as well as Florida’s ballot trenches… nthirsting for resemblances... nin momentum we've acknowledge the written sentences… nKropotkins, oak lay rest reading such brilliant theories… ninfluenced an author or Me... ni've composed these anarchist bicycle diary entries... nrejoicing in movement through statelines…yeah! nwe’re burning churches across statelines... ntraveling in boxcars, strumming my guitar… ngraffiti the statues with Is fucking Dead!… ndemand abolishment of establishments instead… nwe'll rejoice through traffic passing auto-mobiles ahead… nand we will ride these bikes till we're fucking dead...dead… nand if we stay together we can ride these bikes forever… nacross these armed metropolis... nalthrough the orchards where the golden fields wave back at us… nAnd I swear that we'll take this ride… nn(Diego-MOuth/9.22.05)