Monday, November 22, 2010

no copeing

closest i ever got to skating here was
while it was under about 10 feet of dirt.
the old mike mcgill vert ramp lay next to it in complete
masonite sheets shedding off as dried up scales would.
the tops of the concrete snake runs jutted out
of the ground like a stone sea serpent.
off in the distance you could still here dirt bikes buzzing
around on the racetrack.

now its houses, and industrial park.

wow i'm a great writer.

1 comment:

  1. Actually, this was beautiful....poetic. So I saved it...