ĥN ¤˘01ŝ02THE FUNNEL POEM COLLECTIONŝ01


 ˘02by˘03 Dvize/Slam! & Mickey D/????


  ˘15  *** Authors Note ***

  ˘02  After   a  few  funnels  (commomly
 known  as  beer  bongs!) Mickey-D and
 myself  took  it  upon  ourselves  to
 write  some ridiculous poems for your
 enjoyment.   Before you start, please
 consider  that  we  were  both  quite
 intoxicated,    thus   not   thinking
 seriously  about these words.  I hope
 you will do the same!

 ˘01- HAVE A SESSION? -

 ˘02Fresh fakies, and the session begins.
 Balance is the key,
 as without it, your sure to slam,
 and peel skin from bone.

 Pumping style, flick and grab,
 as  the  jump  out scores yet another
    flat spot.
 The locals  role  up,  and  the music
    begins,
 everyone's warm, "Shall we skate?"

 Its a release from the tensions of
    everyday,
 making   and   breaking   all   thats
    natural.
 The   blunt,   the  flick,  and   yet
    another trick,
 to  add  to  the collective cliche of
    friendly competition.

 Concrete's the menace,
 the enemy on whom we grind,
 to slowly destroy and retain,
 making it yet harder.

 The big drop and the gliding ollie,
 a feeling of adrenalin or,
 the painful sting of hurt.
 Its worth is undescribable.

 At the  end  of  the day, the shelter
    provides its purpose,
 When the sky shoots its load.
 We  slide  the  damp  slopes with our
    trusty shoes,
 Its said "A smoke makes it easier!"

 ˘01- GIG -

 ˘02Spasmodic hands clutch the air.
 Long hair, sqeeky stacks,
 lost vibrations in the humid glare.
 We  fight  to  the front to be put on
    show.

 Boosted up onto the pedistal,
 sussing, sifting out the friends.
 Run back, forward, look for leads,
 propel, leap and spread.

 Eagle  wings,  rushing  as   the leap
    enduces,
 a feeling of total crazyness.
 Spasmodic  hands  clutch the air once
    again,
 to cease the thud, lets go again!

 ˘01- WORK -

 ˘02Planning what we did yesterday,
 mistakes were made, map out the way.
 Deliveries are due, paper to sign,
 letters  to  fold,  I'd  hate   to be
    blind.

 Corperate ties, business shirts,
 papar clip mountains,
 Who's leaving today?
 False  goodbye's,  will  I  see   her
    again?

 New  hair,   new  style,  those which
    lack,
 shitty   customers  who  are A number
    one.
 Let  them down and the job is lost,
 nine  to five, where is my life?