Monday, 30 November 2015

December Bike Ride

Flying freezing
Headlong
Into the pissing rain
And a kaleidoscope of browns
The most boring green you've ever seen
Pedalling  under a dishcloth sky.
Sweating off my blessings and sins


A fugitive from Christmas
 I roam the land 
Of couples and dog children
And day glo aristocrats
And I am gripped with the urge
To let everyone know
That I exist
That I love them.

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