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New BikeAlan Dixon
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You didn’t expect Jackson Pollock flicked over the frame.
(We imagine fun-crusted machines and their operatives’
Overalls standing as sturdy as pachyderms’ legs.)
Take a dekko at this black bottle! A dynamo!
That thing with a grid that looks a bit like a compound eye
Isn’t a reflector. Yes, bikes always had an insect look.
Picabia rode a wheel-winged insect, though I used to think
Of him squeezing a honkable horn, liking options for transports
With chère Udnie and others. (You’d love his fly-looking dog
Riding behind.) I hope you don’t end in a Pollocky splatter
But only as little buckled as Picabia’s tyreless wheels.

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