Acyclist Now

Mike Bell/ May 8, 2017/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

I love the smell of Lycra
in the morning.
You know, one time
they had a hill climbed,
for 12 hours.
When it was all over,
I drove up.
We didn’t find one of ’em,
not one stinkin’ bikin’ body.
The smell,
you know that Lycra smell,
the whole hill.
Smelled like [sniffing, pondering]
Halfords.

[Apologies to John Milius, FF Coppola, & Joseph Conrad.]