The Asphalt Sea
not looking to left, or right, another rider drove
straight into her, knocking her off her blue Yamaha
and out into the asphalt sea,
then…looking quickly round, (for steam rollers)
she jumped up, like one of those sea-gods in a
Japanese movie, slashing the mountain of stares
with her katana... those grim-faced drudges who’d
never erred themselves: and she shone her light
back at them, refusing to look at the ground,and
shouted out aloud,
”KISS MY ****!”
and they bravely looked away. .. except the owner of the hair
and nail boutique, who smiled as she walked her way.
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