Sky Bike
Sky Bike
I ride my motorcycle up the vertical smooth glass
of canary wharf on the way to 800ft.
Dizzy height and a quick turn and I feel gravity pull
at me as my tyres move over smooth glass.
I rev my engine and open the throttle, I am free!
Glimpse office workers looking up in shock
as I zoom past their office windows.
Heady rush is mine, I really feel free.
What a good decision to buy this bike
and be an office biker, lots of smooth
vertical glass to ride over.
My bike and me on the side of a skyscraper.
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