cracked
He rides his bike on the pavement
On the road
Where he pleases
Cutting his own track across town
Through park and green
On kerb and street
No gap too small to fit
Just like when he was kid
Punching the pavement with his spit
His expression says
Yeah I know?
Through sun and rain
Any and every way
Is his
Sometimes riding
Against the traffic
on the other side of the street
weaving ranging
cutting swerving
on one wheel laid back
sometimes hanging bags of shopping
on his handlebar
a spare wheel in one hand
balancing
entrancing all who see him
with his skill and his daring
his snarl says
Yeah so what
Andy N
Wed 4th Oct 2017 12:36
the atttiude really shines through here with this Martin. You work really well to the ending. very good writing indeed.