You like the feel of the sky-
dive, the dancehall free from
parachute pants (or any other)
kind of like the ones you're
wearing now;
you think cars were meant for
demolition derby or
whatever the hell that was,
with the trucks and the mudpit.
I am not an artist
because life is art, scream is art,
running the race without parachute (pants)
billowing behind is so much better
than the drag
is art.
Who needs that bristled brush
when snowboards kiss the clouds?

You like the taste of bonzai
screaming off at five hundred
from the back of your tongue,

but it always made me think
of those tiny trees.

AKL 2006