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Weaving Through Urban Arteries All at Wrong Angles
Hybrid poem prompt: the colour of your imagination
freed
from the carousel
I ride through the flash and flicker
bird’s wing bright
a brigade of colours
rioting, revelling, ravishing
someone’s tousled the streets — splayed them out in a spectrum — I sample lavender and lilac, gag on rancid garbage, crisscrossed by the wild-roasted bread of prairie grasses —a frenetic feast of fragrance — vagrant existence, so unfiltered it catches between my teeth
the city / spliced /
a prism of pathways break-neck painted by Picasso — a posh parade of garish elms and undulating ash — a thrust of sapphire, a starburst of sage — each block flashing a fresh brash palette
my bicycle
like a bayonet, stabbing
straight to the heart
a road that is a poem — rattled — riddled — a rhythm that surges then subsides — I pant, I rush — rebounding between glam glide and glitter gallop — silver asphalt swirling past like a faded, fractured, felted record spun by Duchamp—just there amidst the jade bushes blooms a tabby or a mound of toadstools the shade…
