Bleeding bikes
My first bike
I was nine
It was second hand
Black and no gears
I went cycling
With my friends
On Wolverhampton Road
Ran into a lamp post
Somehow
The bike was unhurt
And so was I
But I threw up later
50 years on
My bike is still black
But now with 18 gears
And just north of Manchester
I ran into a lamp post
The bike was unhurt
But I bled.
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I use this blog to cover various things that interest and delight me. This includes creative writing: the adventure of the mystic detective, the lives of some imaginary characters (including my spiritual director Q who can be consulted by email) and some poems.
1 comment:
I Hope you're okay after your collisiion with the lamp-post! Although, my concerns may not entirely altruistic as I do want you to stay being my research supervisor til I finish! Take care on that bike of yours.
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