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Poetry || SubmissionsThe Silver Eagle BicycleBy Lindsay Stone The man stood there looking into the window at a Silver Eagle bicycle, he remembers that he use to have a bike like that one, and he remembered those days of riding it. He can remember riding it in his small town, and how happy he was, because for just a few hours he was away form his hell of a home that the town didn't seem to know about. Riding as fast as he could, jumping over hills, flying into the air, hoping to never come down. He never wanted to land, only to fly away........ That banana seat Silver Eagle was his ticket to freedom, no one could touch him until he stop peddling. He would ride for hours before he would stop in at the downtown drugstore, were Grandmother use to buy the medicine for grandfather, they had an account there written in an old log book, not a single computer in site. The store looked like it got lost in time, that it never new that the 50's had come and gone, it would have been the perfect place for a movie set. But then again it was like much of downtown, still stuck in an era of time that has almost been forgotten out of sight, out of mind to the rest of the world. Maybe that was because of the mentality of most of the people there, you know out of sight out of mind, kinda like his family. Don't air you dirty laundry. He couldn't let them know where the bruises came from. The man looked at the bike in the window, and remember that his scares were not because of his Silver Eagle that he had like that one. Mother bought him the bike, and she was the one. Gave him an outlet from her grips, and she was the one. Tears in his eye as he peddled away, and she was the one. The town knew that she was the one that put those tears there, but don't air your dirty laundry, she was the one that told him this. As he stood there looking into the window, he notice how the bike was standing, and in what position it was in, and he remembered being grounded for 2 weeks, not allowed to go anywhere, could not get away from everything he hated, so he planted himself on the banana seat for 2 weeks and daydreamed, thinking of going behind the old clothing store and riding in the ally, pretending he was speeding by the bullies around the corner, and laughing at them when he passed. Sometimes he was a cowboy riding his horse, or a cop on a motorcycle, but he was never that boy with a crazy mother, he would not allow himself to be. The mans eyes moved down to the chain on that Silver Eagle that was on display, and he remembered the time that the chain broke, he must have been eight or so. He remembered telling his neighbor that he was grown, and that he could fix it, as he flipped it around upside down, putting scratches in the banana seat that he spent so many hours on. Fiddling with the chain until it fell and cut his knee, crying he went into the house, staining the carpet with drops of blood, only a symbol of all the nights of his screams that were soaked into the walls. Four weeks and ten stitches later, he was gliding by the downtown bank where he had put his savings, it was only seven dollars and fifty-three cents, he was going to get away from that town one day, and that was the money he was going to use. Three blocks down the tire went flat, and he new then that he had to use the money for a new tire, it was always something. The Man stared at the chopper styled handlebars, and remember the time that he let the boys in the neighborhood use parts off his bike for theirs, because he was scared of them. He knew that they could beat him up, so he didn't say no, he was too scared to. The only thing he had left was his back rem by the time the boys were finished. It took his Grandfather five weeks to retrieve all the parts, so during that time he would run around rolling that rem all over the yard, it was the only think thing left that gave him hope that he would escape the grips of her, Mommy Dearest. The man stood there looking at the bike as his face began to wash over with salty tears, He wiped his eyes and went inside to the counter, told the clerk his interest in buying the Silver Eagle in the window. 'Is it for your son?' the clerk asked. No just a reminder of where I came from © Lindsay Stone. Much of Lindsay's work explores the menage a trois between sex, religion, and society. Expressing a myriad of ideas wrapped in intense emotional output, his deliverance is powerful touching,and many times provocative. Stone has released two chapbooks of poetry entitled Sex, Drugs, and Polka, and his second - Shrooms are Illegal. He has released THIS IS THE WORLD - a collection of spoken word pieces combined with music and special effects on audio cassette in June of '99. In mid April Lindsay recorded his first CD - THE DEVIL IN ME which was released in January 2001. The CD is a compilation of his most rhythmic and powerful material, with industrial music providing and element that can cause spokenword to be a true crossover into the music world. Stone is a veteran featured artist of several Alabama and Southeastern poetry events including City Stages Spoken Word Festival 1998,1999, 2000. Heading poet at the Urban Zen Fest 1998, Birmingham International Improv Festival 1997, 1999 Sidewalk Moving Picture Festival, and others. Lindsay has also performed at numerous Slams throughout the South and New England, including 1998, 1999, 2000 & 2001 Southern Fried Regional placing 9th this year. Not to mention 1999 and 2000 National Poetry Slam. Not to mention an East Coast tour in Oct. 2000 all on Greyhound. Stone is now working at putting together a band with spokenword, now that Slammaster duties are no longer on his shoulders. To check out Lindsay's CD go to www.mp3.com/LindsayStone To write to him, try dragpoet@bellsouth.net Today's Situation
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