It was ten past six

I looked into my watch and

it was ten past six
with missed calls and messages,
all from my sweet parents.

I hop on my cycle, leaving the bat and
retiring on a perfect ninety.
Rashed over the Breeze Garden Street
under the heavy downpour.

My Pappa's grinding teeth started
to ring in my ear
with a glimpse of Mom's blazing eye
in my frozen brain.

Once he threw my cycle over
the backyard but please...
not today
and a slap from those fists could
shrink my butt
for sure!

She could neither throw a cycle nor
land a blow but
her eyes (oh my god)
gives me the chills.

As I slowed down over a hump
I looked into my watch.
I am late.

Tonight I sleep in the courtyard
and my cycle in the backyard.

Again!