After one too many beers, in the wee hours of the night,
I whizzed around town in my motorbike, feeling light.
I zoomed into a dark side street and who or what did I meet
but potholes, like drunken hobos, recklessly crossing the street!
I ran over some of them, they fought back and muddied me,
made me swerve and splash into murky puddles I couldn’t see.
I stopped to catch my breath on the black deserted highway
by my bike, the only one that really stood by me, I should say.
But nastier than potholes, the pavement was a different case;
it leaped and stood bolt upright and slammed hard against my
In a split-second eternity, I swam through the eerie border
of the real and the unreal on this beery night to remember!
– Rom Naces