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  • I fell off my bike yesterday.

    Coming fast down the hill leading into Forest Park

    Avoiding a middle-aged woman on a four-wheel electric powered wheelchair

    The bike's front wheel slipped off the concrete paving stone,

    Fell the inch towards the grass beneath it

    Tilting the bike towards the path

    My weight accelerated the motion

    So fast that I was unaware until,

    Slipping and grinding my knee on the concrete

    And striking, so hard that I thought it must be broken,

    My hand on the same surface.
  • I picked myself up

    Brushed off the concerns of the disabled woman

    And a car stopped in the street

    Decided I was not badly hurt

    By deliberately not looking beneath my trousers

    And continued on my way.
  • That same evening

    I nursed my bruises

    Exposed the ripped flesh

    And watched David Cronenberg's "Naked Lunch"

    It was only then,

    Before the second beer,

    That I deduced

    Someone's been stealing my roach powder.
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