with pink little…
ribbons on their
bloody ears with…
the battered car
that smelt like…
something my unicycle…
would poo out…
when it lands…
it splats like…
something that would…
come out of…
the clouds, when…
it starts raining…
unicycles that have…
two wheels and…
Kris Holm seats…
and this frame…
which actually has…
been ridden by…
the man himself…