It tilted

 

The bicycle knelt forward
and prayed
because its front wheel
was gone.

(Pat Ingoldsby, from the poem “Fancy Flying All Over the Place,” published in “If You Don’t Tell Anybody I Won’t”)

 
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This is a typical example of Pat Ingoldsby’s word-pictures. Called Dublin’s own street poet, he writes poems that span from the slightly surreal to the rough reality of street life. I love his style.

 
WordPress Daily Prompt: Skewed