he stretched out the window
from the backseat
of the speeding hire car
shouting exuberant holiday insults
at the French
on their own country lanes
he'd looked on the web for the words
for whore and motherfucker
but no insult can last forever
his girl relieved
when he slumped
back into the seat beside her
it took her a couple of seconds
to realise
he had no head
taken clean off
by a telegraph pole
a thoroughly modern
guillotine
does anybody know
the French for
instant karma

Miles J Bell is 35 and becoming increasingly desperate to entertain in bios. He has decided to reveal three facts about himself, 1 of which is a lie. His new chapbook will hopefully be ready sometime between the turkey and the trees. So, the facts: He can audibly crack 58 different joints in his body; his first crush was on Adam West as Batman; his father was, until recently, in charge of security at a Hell's Angel's speakeasy.