when the song kicks in,
carving the sidewalk
like a wave.
Only two things
distract me from life's
musing mistakes:
loud music and skateboarding.
The combo
connects to my soul
and tells me to go go go,
hide anywhere.
This is posthaste existentialism
at its deadly best,
all on four polyurethane wheels,
letting loose brainwashing love.
I ollie over bunnies
and broken morning mugs
of blood beyond
the lacrosse fields.
Rainbow sunrises
take my picture
on the way to coffee shoppe
for Xanax, dark roast, free determination.
It'd be great if she
ever wore my boxers at night,
but it's never going to happen,
and that's kickflipping okay.
Tomorrow is the target
today,
and even if I fall
I will keep pushing.
Punk rock in one ear,
hip hop in the other,
the anxiety exits my legs,
and I run over bugs.