clean clocks

a bleeding biker with a helmet on. swollen eyes and mangled bike, no car to be seen. disembodied voice from the street: "hey ambulance, what happen to that lady?" ambulance dont answer.

a tattooed youth on the ground. bounced clean off my head before he got there too. he wanted to fight but his eyes were hollow and his running partner didnt know what to do. "dont go to sleep too early!" i yelled from my bike and laughed my aching head off.