Buzz Saw

Burn your knee in hyper gear Longboard slipping out of sight Losing skin on pavement dude Though your brain is still in flight Tranquil in the stop of motion Canines ache adjust your bite Anticipate the negatives Of skipping safety gear tonight Stop to pause Crayons melting in my veins Chalk is better for concrete But I'm pumping wax for days T-posing praise the sun To pierce smoke with it's rays Envy for the cat at lounge Lofty with it's gentle gaze Water puddles show Depressions that line the road Never know what divots form When you poke and tease and goad Bomb bumble bee bring pain Besting bikers in their lane •breathe• a quarter note Let the world know my name It's safety no it's Julian Say it: Hamilton Faulkner Regal sounding I admit No relation to the author Steady as the ship sails on Through the twisting waves Polite to a fault when I Awkwardly ask for some praise I used to put nose to the grindstone But now I put my brain to the buzzsaw