most probably cancer.
That would just be my luck.
I once had a bike that got AIDS. Please don’t ask.
Seeing it just fall about, a nut here,
a bolt there, the broken
spokes, the clunking chain that
would turn no more.
It’s rusty revolutions.
Disintegrating in front of my eyes,
like Tom Hanks in Philadelphia.
Seeing a BMX brings it all back.
Once at a car boot sale, I bought 3 car boots
only to find they were broken but
on a positive, someone bought my shoes,
even though they weren’t for sale.
I walked home, socked feet, the rain
the car boots on my back clunking,
life really isn’t so bad.