Cycle back to a bedsit –

Lamp-less bicycle rider swimming in a straight slow flowing river
Police car following – big cop, big broadside, no torch-end for the naked man’s head
Foreign accent comeback, and the Smiths in his headphones
Avoids a road crash, but blurring the view for tomorrow’s unlucky ones
Back with a micro-bedsit, first two doors, easy opener versus jarring alarm, payphones still in fashion then, and blocks his handlebars
His rental TV aerial has fallen off its scotch tape holder again, so onto whirring lines across a movie starring Richard Widmark
The grey silver dimpled night collects the cigarette aim at his one rope-sash-less single-pane white window
A feral cat looks up at all of it

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