Night Sesh

Incredibly prolonged summer. Tearing up the Bease, deck big as a Hummer. Toxic air, thick enough to chew. Simmering in the urban stew. The older I get, the more I sweat. Landing firmly on the deck. Calculating angles, trajectories. Avoiding unintentional vascectomies. Game of switch SKATE. Seasonal shift. Global warming's tainted gift. Brand new skateboard feels so good. Everything slips away but the wood.