283
At any time you can end this,
283
You can pull the e-brake
A t-slide
into the dark side,
283
Deeper into it
we skate
the shiny reflectors slalom markers
A black diamond course
for a cursed caravan
Am I too close,
283?
Tell me I’m having too much fun
give me written notice
A stern talking to
A summons
Or are you as afraid
of stopping
of the man who waits
at the bottom of this run
I think I saw him
years ago
the last time I had the real guts,
283
Nineteenth century garb
and a lantern
pacing the graves
waiting for one mistake
one wrong turn
No quitting now
approaching fast
A new shared foe
a new overcast
I think you’re also enjoying this,
283
Cat and mouse with
two wildcats
Wilder and faster
Your shiny decals
laughing back
We’re almost past the danger,
283
In a second we’ll slow down
glance around
with euphoria imbued
at the distance we’ve come
