Yesterday, in a fit of laughing passion
                               and monstrous adrenaline
I spun out of my dorm and
                                          went long boarding.
                                                                            between the speed wobbles and
                        maniacal laughter emanating from my
                 masterful failure, I dreamt slyly that
                                                        you were the wheels carrying me crazily
zigzagged through the flushed streets
or maybe
you wove the road that carved
                                                              into my emotion- threatening both
                                                                  that you will act too placidly or at the same time maybe
                              too precariously.  (ripping my shaking
                                                                ankles from their humanity and
                                                                                         introducing them suddenly-obnoxiously to               Course Pavement) You do have that
                                               kind of capacity you know, to
                                                                                     lift me into a peaceful rest or
       throw me into a turbulent anarchic spiral.  
But truly you are the 100 % bamboo
                            flexible fibers flowing
                                                              between me and the gravel demise lifting me
                                                   gently upon the wind of the road,
                          the adrenaline that courses through my sporadic
                                                                                                   insistence and
                                              the breeze that whites my cheeks and
                                                 sings my lullaby relationship between speed
and the thin thread of life
                                             spinning through my caustic veins.