london GHOST BIKEA Poem by Orlando FuriosoThe Ghost Bikes of London are tragic sights, marking as the they do the spots where cyclists have met their deaths. I photographed this one this morning near Kings Cross Station.Following, always a-following Following you now Riderless Ticking of spokes What?!? Just a bike! A riderless bike All white, just a-coasting along behind you Bell, white Saddle, white Tyres ... white White, whites, eyes, white Can you see me? Deep Lee Sharper now? Or now? Late at night, No-No-November To an empty, emptier, emptying red, bed, bled, dead © 2012 Orlando FuriosoAuthor's Note
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Added on April 23, 2012Last Updated on April 23, 2012 AuthorOrlando FuriosoUnited KingdomAboutTime to give Orlando Furioso a run out again. Professor Elga Nerb's crazed understudy is trying to mke his way in the amazon cage fight. I plan to do more blog reviews and creative editing work, e.. more..Writing
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