What I want
Right now
Is a faster bike:
Not just quick enough
To torch all records
Round a routine loop;
Slide inside
An long-impregnable PB
Like a letter under a door;
Gun down that distant stranger
And pass them in a blast
Of thrumming, taunting air.
No. I need one
Built to outrun
A world I no longer understand:
With wheels that spin up
Instantly
Then roll like silk forever;
Geared to answer
Every surge and counter
From any in pursuit
Light as moon-dust, river-stone smooth,
So close to nothing air and gravity
Would be forced to let it go.
A machine my roaring, laboured mind
Can assemble and bring out at will
Climb on, clip in
Then let it rip
And know without a backward glance
None has the power to follow.
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Ah…would that I had one like that also.
Soon I find it, Iâll buy two, and send one over to you! N.