Huff, well you four eyes
Surfing tectonic plates
Ramping cloud, concrete, grating
Your leg on fists of gravel
Are you still left wanting?
Your pretty wheeled board
Stripped of paint, engraved
With scab and dirt.
Bearings loud and loose
Turning on the city’s alarms
Your eyes, two ravines
Sucking in the world
Spitting out condoms, dresses:
Old lovers are scrunched up posters
The winter wind drags them along
The foreground where you will make
Your next trick
Some finger flip
To gravity and all that
Invisible stuff
Real cool 4 eyes
Damn cool
