So it seems I have met you before
Felt your acid comments
Or warm arms around me
Noticed your upturned eye
Or turned up lips
Can you be sweet?
Or are you always going to be judgmental?
Can we be or must I let you fade away?
I want to be with you
Or play at this game
Called life
But first I must know
Who are you
Honestly I measure you
By your serotonin levels
And much affects serotonin levels
Poverty, race, social status, sex, opportunities
But even then
Those most deprived or blessed
Don’t always display serotonin
Commensurate with their state
But for me to bloom
I need you, if
You can share with me
Our serotonin levels
So that we both can flower
And not wither
Again I ask can we just be together

noremacfx 7/19.14

Many, many bikes
Have I owned
Mostly after I
Turned 30
It was a fun and
Practical
Mid-life crisis
As I was able to ride to work
And chase good health
On the week-ends
I sampled Trek, Cannondale
Schwinn, Murray and I am sure
A few more I can’t remember
Finally a bike smith
A man who was old school
About bikes
Treasured the old bikes
But respected the new
Helped me find a bike
Which fit me
Something I had failed to do
For fifty years
I will forever be grateful to him
You see riding a bike
Puts me back on my horse
Restores my mobility
I’m not clumsy
While riding a bike
Nor so slow as while walking
I become a bicyclist
Riding a Cannondale T 800,

noremacfx 7/6/14