I am in love w/ the one I call, “Lilly-Board”. Lilly is the ferocious tigress on the prowl in the jungle-brush full of darkness, terror, & fear. She is the illustrious aesthetic adorning the bottom of my (8” wide- 31” long), purple-wheeled, BIG-trucked, monster-of-a-skateboard. Lilly’s heart is that of an iron-willed predator unwilling to submit to concrete guidelines. Dissention is set deeply w/in her striped black-n'-yellow fuzzy strands of beast-hair, a revenge-of-the-soul echoing from both animal & man alike. She guides my limbs, struggling to balance- relying on her always- along anchored streets in dire need of passing. She is the growth w/in my spirit in my day-to-day existence. Her bright-hotpink, 80’s-pimpt-out background full of leaves & grass reflect days long ago when everything seemed a bit more dazzling in it's display, times when the sun seemed to shine on much clearer than it does now, elucidated in it’s proclamation of life bursting forth like flower-bulbs smoldering in their unprotected need for identification in a world full of frosty winter. Now that winter has returned in the shape of large industrialized cement-blocks, steel-buildings, ditches, gutters,automobiles, subway-systems,& brutal legislations- my lonely girl fights back by hugging turns naked, curving bravely across the pavement, shifting between rushing cars, surfing smoothly as I chill down low like a snake slithering in the grass- my serpentine-scaled-belly grinding friction into kinetically-explosive inertia in forceful protest against a disfigured soil; God'z tainted creation. As Lilly whisks me away like a magic-carpet flowing, I brush a healing-hand across the concrete, steel-toed, black-chained-terrain beneath my feet. Lilly soflty purrrzzzzz. Then her voice escalates into a violent ROAR!!!!!!!!! of indignation. Thunderous, echoing screeches from scraping animal claws sinking deep into rock & tar. Trucks, bearings, rubber-wheels, & hardware ablaze in firey procession. I float along. Collecting dirt in my teeth. The air flashing past like a steaming freight train in the night air. Animalistic pleas to make paths free from regulation, & much more full of meaning for all us desperate wanderers. At gist: Lilly-Board is reason enough for me to survive the unjust ugliness left w/in the iron-heeled boot-print of greedhearted-soulstarved-masters of madness, chaos, & death-by-egomanical-awestruck-blindness decked colorfully across our city skylines. So I will outline my route according to Lilly’s commands. And on her back I will boldly stride forth, standing firm in my convictions, both unaltered & everlasting. My beliefs, my words, my purest of intentions will transcend invincibly above all urban blight. Lilly will help me carve a path-of-light for others who come after me to tread. And she will stalk her prey on 65mm-claws, like a rolling Thunder-Cat, growling madly. The tigress shall be my predatory bad-bitch, my rough-love, my addiction; the cure for my itching insanity. The slash-marks, bruises, & lacerations she produces along my fragile surface will bleed-out as she digz trenches into my skin. But really, who would care to go thru life w/out scars?: Certainly nawt me!!!!, I'd say. And each of mine shall be well worth it, for her punishments carry lessons of wisdom w/in their pain. And atavistically I will ride her into the future, past; present- & on into a blessed infinity. The 2 of us shall be as one. My darling-skateboard. My love. My "Lilly-of-the-Jungle-Brush", revolving ever swiftly ore' the cement. O How, I am forever committed to your flight. My goddess of angelic trickoligy. Thank you, sincerely, for each ride you give me. I’ll never forget it so long as I live.
....Amen.
(This piece I am modelling after examples of 16th Century, Romantic, poetry. It is my love-song for my skateboard. She's really the best.)
SRH
correction: steel-toed.
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