well... that's a first... getting thrown off my bicycle
like some drunken idiot... ******...
imbecile... caustic hazard...
       deviation of i.q.:
           frankly? loved every moment...
marched on home after feigning shock with
the already drunkenness...
    mesmerized by the sight of blood gushing from my head...
like that one time when i was hit in the back
of the head by a swing... purposively...
this time, though?
all my fault... i can dictate this mea culpa
like i might dictate the oculus per oculus:
eye for any eye sentimentality...
i just sometimes gorge on pain...
lucky me for not being an insect
and having an exoskeleton...
      lucky me some people rushed over to help me...
a splendid man bandaged my head...
after all... i was in shock and awe
figuring out: is my head still attached
to my spine?
but unlike being a child...
i started the forehead arithmetic of bleeding
and... eh?! ugh?!
     i'm bleeding... i'm in pain but the pain is
numbing me...
****** good bandage work...
a few women rush up and inquire: is an ambulance
required?
no no... more drunk than in pain...
i should do this more often...
    i'm not exactly pretty... perhaps somewhat
handsome... now i need more bruises on my face...
that'll definitely do the trick...
next time i clock in i'll have a massive tear-in
on my forehead and strawberry kiss-scratch where
my cheek scraped the asphalt...
my elbow is bruised... the same strawberry kiss-scratch..
but more prominent... more... kiss-hiccup
and some cherry than anything...
hikkie?
   i don't even know the spelling...
my right leg? apparently my internalised skeleton
allows for itself to become
a plum tree... what a bountiful bruise...
it's glowing with inflammation... pure and simple...
it's like fight club never left my mind...
what a spectacular fall...
it was so quick... so spontaneous...
i fell like a meteor on those poor buggers...
those T-Rexes attempting to change
the bed sheets...
           it was beautiful....
               the pain is still exquisite... it's numbing...
but thank god for the guy who ran up to me
with the bandages...
i woke up after a long sleep "thinking": huh?!
hands on fire... blood-stained...
crusty blood stained...
  was i digging a hole using nothing but my hands?
because it's unlike all that self-harm
that teenager girls succumb to...
teasing / testing the "waters" of a threshold...
i mean... if you ******* crash a bicycle...
you're going to: ******* crash a bicycle...
you're all in... invested: wholly...
beauty queen gravity takes precedent over
everything else...
a good half metre... that's how long my face
scratched the asphalt: "reimagining"
sandpaper in reverse...
no... now is not the time to be drinking whiskey:
blood has been drawn...
best to consolidate this day with some wine...
there's an upper corner of my head
"right", concretely, right-right-angle:
my head is somehow rectangular....
   feels exposed: pulsating... i was never much
into boxing... but...
i feel... flustered... a little...
     it feels like i have a third eye outgrowth...
somewhere near my right ear...
and a leech pinch on my *******...
only hours prior i was admiring
a mole on the lower part of my ring finger...
like... premonition: i was promised somehow
to be wed to me..
i should fall off my bicycle more often...
the beauty of gravity cannot be coupled
to the tragedy of a horse ******* you
over... truly...
it's mea culpa through and through...
the strawberries of scratch-kisses off the
asphalt are incomparable...