I look at my bike
It is a Silver Raleigh
bought circa 1991 from a shop that no longer exists.
Do I exist?
Like a ghost bike I cycle passed mums and prams
as they shout "Bastard, Single, White, Middle Aged
Male.
You will never breed like the men who did this to us"
Llefydd Bach, Trefi Bach
The faster you ride, the further away from the grave stone...
You arrive at your destination,mortal.
I have time to chat but not about trivia...
Don't talk to me about the weather
or I'll charge at you with my thin tyres.
I will wrench the sharpest spoke and run you through
but at least that's what I'd like to do
but you can get arrested for that sort of thing.
Come my trusty steed
let us away from this mad and maddening crowd
I am starting to question my sanity amongst this lot.
llefydd bach, trefi bach: small places, small towns.
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