:)

When they said ‘Chicago Rock’
I could smell no cigarette simmer
I could see no tattooed sinner
Screaming into the shattering mike

Centre roundabout empty and warm
Echo flapping of rats with wings
They are full of greasy Greggs
They are watching our stories mix

So sarcastic and bloody upfront
It erupts in my thunderous laughter
That reflects on the pavement and after
Circles into the BMX wheels

We are people with something to do
Them – to trick their bodies to balance
Screeching breaks and bouncing tires
A free circus of cycling guru.

What a way to spend a night
Do the twist under streetlamp torchlight
Figures flatter like lowering leaves
Sweeping writing on asphalt,
                                            I believe.

-Tallie