Whatever comes to mind before I alter it with the overpaint of time. Mostly satire, poetry and fiction but occasional unreliable fact, as all facts seems to be today. From deepest Notting Hill. London.
Showing posts with label half pipe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label half pipe. Show all posts
Monday, 14 January 2013
30 something skateboard dude.
You see him under the west way
you see him in the park
he hangs out in Meanwhile Gardens
and in the Piazza after dark
He clatters down the pavement
clack clack clack clack clack
i pod and spare hoodie
bijou back packed on his back
He likes Zep and AC/DC
plays bass in a garage band
dreams of St Moritz snow
and black Hawaiian sand
He talks of ramps and half pipes
his half pipes all half full
of verts and nailed 360's
and all that kind of bull
He lives at home with mum and dad
works in the video store
doesn't have a social life
so he can skateboard more
He's the 30 something skateboard dude
the medieval slacker
the ever moving obstacle
the clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack clack
clack clack clack clack clacker
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