Headache

I like how fast
and loud
my bike is.

At the traffic lights
I let you hear
how loud it is.

('Louder than should be allowed'
I bet you're thinking).

Then red-amber-green.
I'm gone.

I disappear round the blind bend
before you've let your handbrake off.

I'm off.

Gone-gone-gone.

A gonner.


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