stick your neck out

i rode my bicycle
today i found
a cinnamon roll
or a streusel
or a cinnamon roll
in my glove

this bakery treat
reminded me
of weather where
i am from
chili and cinnamon
rolls or streusels

i thought about it
about home
about how "they"
always say always
but i do not care
for always is just

until we forget
that we love
that we breathe
in and out
each other's
others remember

i have not seen
my parents
as often as
my parents see
the parents of
my parents

they are too far
too fair away
i thought i would
start riding
start writing
the cycle is always

just been revolving
i imagine
i am this sterling gun
six-shooting ideas
one at a time until
i remembered to reload