Friday, July 10, 2009

My Childhood

My Childhood

Bikes could take you to
the ends of the earth.
I once planned a trip
to America.
Around the same time
I wanted to change
my name to Batman.
Just before I fell into a lake
and blamed a made up
bully for pushing me.
But after I rode into
a telegraph pole and
broke my nose.

But my bike couldn't
take me from
my parents
screaming at each other.
That echoed after me
wherever I went
and still echoes today.

They punctured
my wheels
and
broke my chain
and
deafened my eyes.

And brought
my childhood
to a screaming halt.

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