Dad/Crash
As I'm walking
I see you on your motorbike.
I can see your blue eyes and nose
peering underneath the crash helmet.
But it's not you
it's just a man that looks like you.
I'm disappointed everytime.

Everytime I see a man on a motorbike.
I think it's my Dad.
I'm not sure why this is?

Sometime I forget what your bike looks like.
Everyone's eyes and faces look the same underneath black
crash helmets.
From a distance everyone looks like you.
Although soon I realize it is not.

I remember you used to paint pictures of naked women in crash helmets.
Their identities were hidden too
I always wondered who these women wore?
Their shiny black round heads
Like lollipops
Props
Who were they Dad?