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My knee

I got a flat.
Right in the middle of service,
thought it was just the weather
That happens sometimes,
A slow leek,
Just plug it
A little something something for the pain
And keep on going.

But that didn’t work this time.,
The tiles behind the line were just too hard.
It kept going flat
And I was forced to go around on the rim,
With a towel wrapped tightly around it,
‘Til I was able to get to the mechanic,
Who told me that there might be a tear
On the meniscus side
And it had to be sown up ;
But he wasn’t really sure.

So I went to a specialist on tires and frames.
He pok’d and twist’d my tire,
Took some pictures of my frame
And said the frame was fine.
I knew that
But still the pictures were taken.
And as with all mechanics
I pay for it;
Even if they weren’t needed
Or couldn’t do anything about it.

So then I was hook’d up to the dianasitic machine
And they listen’d to the sounds of electronic jack hammers
While I couldn’t move
In a white claustrophobic tube,
And gave it to me on a cd.

Lets say that’s the most expensive cd
I’ve ever bought.

Don’t forget
to remind you to remember me again.
Or is it,
remind me to remember you?
Either way it’s confusing,
shrouding me in shadow,
and blinding me.

You come and go,
yo-yo,
watch
‘walking the wolf.’
Maybe we still have time to be.
Maybe between grief and forgetting,
we still have a chance.
Or is it already too late
and all our misfortune came from the fact?

There’s nothing as real

As the way I feel.

Tossed round

Up and down

Smacked to the grill

Up

Down

Carried on the undercarriage.

Under the wheel.

And then tossed out again.

To go up

And down

And back to the whole routine again

One lane at a time.