The Skateboarder


Their limbs independent, and democratic

With speed they move through caverns of concrete

All rise to see them land from a spotlight

All silent if they fall from the limelight

Camera flash records history of being brave

To the street you beg to land on, a wide wide slave

The Holy unknown in rails n stairs …and within those rails and stairs they stare,

Similar soldiers flank your side, While the law man chases you from where you reside

Over time, reality jar’

Your bones and your limbs but never your heart, When the sun rises and ledges appear, With the shine from rails to concrete that we fear,

This skateboard’ my weapon my pen and my sword, My dagger my death, my piano, my chords

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