MOTORMAN Poem by Nyk de Vries

He rode around on his motorbike and I never knew what was going on in his head. One day I followed him to his cottage in the woods. I walked up to the tiny house, barged in and found him lying on his back on the wooden floor. He looked up, rose slowly and stared at me with a strange red face. I wanted to say something, but before I got it out, Motorman disappeared, never to return. I moved into the cottage and ended up living there for more than twenty years. It's true what they say: each new house has to be better than the previous one.