mister
grey suit coat,
white hard-hat
and
weathered face
perched
precariously
on an
overburdened
blue bicycle.
determination
scrawled
into the lines
on his
stony face
as he
pedals
pedals
pedals.
mister
dirtily
on-the-job
dapper
eyes fixed
on the path
a box balanced
on the handlebars.
plastic doo-dads
hubcaps
and
a single pinwheel
spinning
like mad
as he
pedals
pedals
pedals
i can’t help
but
smile.
that is me
i am him.
dressed up
in happiness-
covered up
with it.
practically
fucking sparkling.
stony look
on my face-
those i love
more dedicated
to dying
than
living.
hard hat
placed gently
upon my head-
what is
coming
will hurt
and
i am
protected.
the bicycle-
that beautiful
blue bicycle-
one day
it will
take me
away
from
the pain
of life.
watching
mister
dirtily
on-the-job
dapper
until
the car
behind me
honked…
turning
the corner
i
watched
as he
pedaled
pedaled
pedaled
with the
sun
glinting off
his
pinwheel
which was
still
spinning madly.
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