Yesterday crapped out of
Mindfulness: had one or
Two of those badass revenge
Fantasies you read about in
Books: hei aha, so what?
Today I am a Påkehå with
Shimano gears: my bike tells
Me all is well: “Put the pedal
To the metal and smell the breeze.
Some of that 70’s Be-Here-Now’s
What you need, Paparoa!” The wheels
Spin like memories out of my reach,
The black tarseal pays out beneath
Both knees – there’s wind in my eyes
And whoosh-whash-whish
Fly tons of killer-diller traffic.
Jeffrey Paparoa Holman
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