tarzan

whenever I travelled to London as a kid
I always had Tarzan running up the motorway beside the coach
he could run as fast as the coach or faster
he could jump from car to car
or just punch them out of the way
and he could swing from lamppost to lamppost
doing forwards and backwards flip-overs
sometimes somersaulting onto our coach roof

and when we reached London
he would sprint up the pavements
knocking people into the air left right and centre as he
kicked
karate-chopped
kneed
and head-butted his way through the crowds

then
as I got older
I noticed that Tarzan had started having sex with any women he took a fancy to
he was swift and aggressive with them
but still it slowed him considerably
until one day he dropped so far behind the coach
I couldn’t see him

he didn’t show on the next journey
and I haven’t seen him since

I guess his heart was no longer in it

Taken from “Journals of a Jobseeker”