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Motorbike
The saddle is frozen solid. The chronically wet rubber sponge Inside the leopardskin cover Crunches like shingle.
I hold my cuff And wipe off the surface rain, Lean over and flood the carburettor, Jump on the start again.
A sneeze. A little plume of steam. The old tubes cough up a bit of phlegm Then fade.
I have chronic catarrh, a raw ankle, Pinkeye, blackheads and foul hair. I have a humiliating sheepskin coat And I lust strangely after a new alternator.
Hugo Williams
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