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.