BMX Bandit

the metal smashes
into my shin (again):
wheel slips, too round,
and throws my face
toward the ground

slam!

heavy metal frame
crashes to my back:
whips round and crack
-s and throws my legs
towards the flower border

wham!

like a half possessed
masochist I spring to my feet
grab the bars, no retreat,
blood pouring with every beat,
smile wider than any alice’s cat

sham!

the children without
clap and cheer the child within
and wobble their stabilizers
up and down the garden
while I re-enact my battles

2012