Cycle F*ck

Sitting relaxed, double espresso in cup and saucer minimalist white
smoke, hint of dirty yellow, rising from half enjoyed cigarette held in
hand hung over arm of metal tubed -
perfect circles punched in back - chair. Flick.
Ash drops on black tarmac.

People walk past. Cute girls in denim; slim office women in smart
casuals; naturalistic faces partnered with over painted faceless
friends. Modern with impressionist.

Eyes linger. Sly smile mixed amongst the stubble - tri-coloured: brown
fading to blonde tinged with red / orange.

Hand strokes chin. Rasp over flesh.

Need a shave.

Need a shower.

Body with dried sweat stained clothes - black faded V-necked t-shirt;
pre-faded, shop worn, dark blue jeans; scuffed, rubber sole worn black
boots.

Relaxed.

Drink coffee.

Smoke cigarette.

Think. Watch. Finish. Pay.

Walking towards bike racks, slipping on Sony street-style headphones,
black band wrapped behind dirty blonde unwashed wavy hair. Street smart
styled urbanite - self stayed image in the mirror. Cool.

Unlocks bike. Slips onto saddle.

Raise pedal. Push Play. Off.

Buffalo Tom - 'Taillights Fade':

Start slow. Perfect mood. Black coffee, waiting for an adrenaline
charge - espresso up, nicotine down. Glide along the road. Slow.
Relaxed. Curve round round-a-bout. Song smooth along a perfect feeling.
At one with the surroundings. Cruising. Stop at lights.

Wait.

Car in front - impatient tie restricted white shirted collar, tight,
late, over ran lunch break.

Car behind - briefly glimpsed, green metallic, waiting, at rest.

Red. Yellow.

BloodHound Gang - 'I Hope You Die':

Green.

Die. Die. Die.

Guitars clash. Punk pop clash. Foot push harder on pedals. Gear change.
Fast. Faster. Lean round corner. Car overtakes, too fast. Straight.
Gear change. Off. Short speed hill go pumping muscle sweat heat feel
thrust adrenaline music pumping surround sound brain waves hands
clasped sweat hot heat pumping blood racing legs aching organic muscle
man cycle one connected flowing no sound no bike no man hybrid machine
muscle music mind pumped faster harder pushing popping yes yes hill.
Release.

Free wheel. Wind cool. Incline, rise up and up and up, slow. Traffic
lights ahead on red. Incline straightening. Slight effort, push forward
until? Down down down. Auto speed. Fingers caress brakes, ready to
press.

Ease. Slow?slow?stop?wait? Ready.

Red. Yellow. Green

Go.

Moloko - 'The Time Is Now':

Sony MiniDisc skips a beat, auto-shock-absorber takes the jolt. Music
restarts.

More lights. Turning green in the distance.

Pushing pedals again. No gear change, too close.

Can make the lights.

Will make the lights.

Normally do? Almost...

Yellow. Red.

Brakes slammed, still moving over white line. Stop. Rest on street
corner, traffic passing in front.

Adrenalised. Sweating. Dirty.

Stubble itching.

Need a shave, shower. Want to get home.

Hyped up. Mind whirling.

Need to calm down.. relax..

Cool. Shower, feel the water?

Eyes on lights.

Red. Yellow?

AC/DC - 'You Shook Me All Night Long':

Attitude in ears. Green.

Off shot out machine muscle straight. Another hill. Pushing pumping
sweating.

Mind on shower. Relax under water, soaked, rivulets over flesh,
softening.

Hardening. Thinking. Hard to concentrate.

Mind flashing, ideas, and thoughts. Must.

Concentrate.

Fantasy.

Two girls.

Sofa.

One girl straddling you. Kissing tongue flicking inside your mouth.
Sense movement. Open eyes. You see other girl, naked, feminine hands
snake round to clasp female flesh, and

fingers caress nipples hard.

Music pumping. Flesh responding. Faster.

Stripped of skin, flesh, bone, and sinew.

Stroking. Rubbing.

Harder faster.

Faster harder.

Round final corner legs screaming for release up down up down.

Keep mind steady. Nearly there, lips open, gasp.

Stinging sweat eyes.

Just. A. Bit. More.

Yes.

Y-e-s.

Jesus.

A.

Bit.

More.

Yes. Yes. Jesus. Christ.

Dull ache.

Grind.

Stop. Relax. Sweat.

Scream shout in mind.

Breathe out, release. Finish. Home.

Relaxed.