Death on a tricycle

They didn’t realise as they

gave me the bumps that I

desperately needed a shit


The resulting fall changed my life


We opened the café on New Years Eve

But no one came at all


The little girl with the new bicycle

had just told me to fuck off

I could think of no reply


And I watched carefully each

scene unfold in front of

my imagination


There, in only one scene was

the angel of death sitting

on a tricycle


He never forgot the words

of the little girl and

when they met again


He was ready this time



(2014)