Twist & turn
Roll & revolve
An orange cap & a shocking outlined G
Plastic exterior & empty inside
Lost & dejected,
I get kicked & about by the steel box I thank for shelter.
Starting & stopping
Opening & closing
Hustlers entering & exiting.
Will anyone notice me?
But a kick of annoyance
Indifference
A glance of curiosity?
you?
YOU!
writing on that notepad and a green bike!
Will you pick me up?
Wait wait wait! I’m still here!
Oh, thank you big metalbox for the hand.
Where were we?
Oh yes, will you pick me up?
Take me home? Make me into a pot with some soil and new life?
Let me give myself to you!
What more do I have to offer if not my shell.
Or… I suppose you could shove me in the nearest bin. You’d think I’d rather enjoy seeing my own kind… but,
What of these scenes racing past?
What experiences, smells, lives do they bring?
… I know. I know I am toxic to those which behold me. I know I would bring pain, but
Animals!
Trees!
What of this so called water which you so readily consume and I contained? I’ve heard there are vast expanses.
The closing of the sun, I’d like to see!
You’ve heard me now,
so what’ll it be bike man?
theMetaphysicalMonkey