Above the clouds
The sun shines through
a pristine blue sky
Eternally.
No matter that below
the grey
the damp
reign
It will all pass
They are already equal.

You are riding into the sunset
on the Nine Streets
Going against traffic
but it’s all good 
says a sign ‘Uitgezonderd’ beneath

Out of nowhere
an exuberant Porsche Cayenne appears
enters your vision
stealing the peace
your space
**** businessman!

Just get your key out
Slash through the paint
Expose the metal
Teach them what it takes
to mess with a bicycle

Grey then blue and green
Turns the water of this scene
So does the facade of these ugly old buildings

Skirts shorten and cleavage expands
While my hairline recedes

Burnt black squares keep appearing
They’re branding the lawn!
At last summer is blooming