Death on a tricycle

They didn’t realise as they
gave me the bumps that I
desperately needed a shit

The resulting fall changed my life

We opened the café on New Years Eve
But no one came at all

The little girl with the new bicycle
had just told me to fuck off
I could think of no reply

And I watched carefully each
scene unfold in front of
my imagination

There, in only one scene was
the angel of death sitting
on a tricycle

He never forgot the words
of the little girl and
when they met again

He was ready this time

(2014)