Poems

flakes twist their way down
face shots billow over head
the hucks are surreal

stay straight...wait
gotta pop..before the spin...
to much to think about my mind is going berserk.
gotta kill that little twirp!
he's standing on the jump..
i just cant wait.
i'm gonna break.
oh for heaven sake.
pick him up.
so i can fly and maybe even die.
if i dont do a dspin tail grab.
i'm gonna be real mad!
get this kid outta here.
he is making irate.
i just wanna punch him in the face!
FINALLY he's off.
I'm going.. approaching the jump w/ speed..pops and spins..goes huge...then he wakes up in a sweat.

the slice of your skis across the deep powder.
the wind in your ears.
the fresh air you breath.
heavy breathing from being so high..
the life of a freeskier!

Freeskiing is like a candle that casts a bright light into the gloom of summer.
As the snow falls outside, visions of spins are going through your head.
And as the snow collects skis are being prepared.
Waxing, sharpening, checking the bindings, all are being done to ensure a smooth ride.
The cold beckons, and the mountain stands promenently in the distance.
As the car gets closer the shadows of the tabletops and half-pipe appear on the landscape.
BAM! You snap back to reality, its summer, not winter! Damn!

my name is Bryan.
i ride 1260's.
i'm not a tree huggin hippie.
i like to ski.
even for free!
down with madd trix.
because candide is better.
he's got the cheddar.
he wins.
because he spins.
and thats my ryhme.
and i'm all outta time.

Freeskiing is fun.
Yes it is.
I need new skis.
Can I have some for free?