The sentimental poem for the week, written for my world poetry class. We're studying Pablo Neruda this week. Enjoy a little American culture. The research was fun:

shred

same scrape of urethane
over asphalt
just as posture
adapting to terrain
revealed by timbre

weight flowing foot to foot
carving down this black hill
ollie the curb and we click
blues down the sidewalk

left a little metal
in grind of perfect
curb paint
in front of walgreens

ages silenced between
vertigo tail click

the past 15 years
a smooth cool breath

before nostalgia shreds
with the clack of wheels
of some skate-punk
down castro street
at 1AM

10-22-04