Wicked Cahoots

Carl Halling

When he made

his first personal appearance

in the dirty alley

on someone else's rusty bike,

screaming along

in a cloud of dust,

it rendered us all

speechless and motionless.

But I was amazed

that despite his grey-faced surliness,

he was very affable with us...

the bully with a naive

and sentimental heart.

He was so happy

to hear that I liked his dad,

or that my mum liked him,

and he was welcome

to come to tea

with us at five twenty five...

Our adventures were spectacular:

chasing after other bikesters,

screaming at the top

of our lungs

into blocks of flats,

and then running

as our echoed waves of terror

blended with incoherent threats...

"I'll call the Police, I'll..."

Wicked cahoots.

  • Author: Carl Halling (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 21st, 2015 09:37
  • Comment from author about the poem: Wicked Cahoots stems from an unfinished story written, I think, when I was in my early 20s; first seeing the light of day in versified form in 2006.
  • Category: Children
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Comments1

  • Softwhisper

    I love this. It reminds me of a lad I knew who told me he would take a razor blade to anyone who bullied me if I liked. I was shocked and told him no that was ok . . . His was a very sweet heart in a very tough world.

    • Carl Halling

      I'm so glad you like this, Sofwhisper, thanks so much. That lad's loyalty to you was certainly strong; if on the scary side 🙂 Thanks again.



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