The Green Bicycle

Gathering up the gifted-one's cassettes
the green-eyed monster unwinds the fettered sound.

With the stab of a pencil he spins the wheel to slacken
the flow making snakes to to fill the window, to be seen.

With the sharpened point he punctures, making choices
with malice.

In the yard the favoured one rides the wheel, hares along
the dirt track singing to be heard.

New music that taunts and tears at the monster's wound,
on the bicycle he has painted green.