Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

Bleeding bikes

by William West

My first bike
I was nine
It was second hand
Black and no gears
I went cycling
With my friends
On Wolverhampton Road
Ran into a lamp post
Somehow
The bike was unhurt
And so was I
But I threw up later

50 years on
My bike is still black
But now with 18 gears
And just North of Mancvheter
I ran into a lamp post
The bike was unhurt
But I bled.

Added: 21.11.2009

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