dawn's breakers

dawn’s ruby red fingers,
splattered digits
of spurting blood burst
from day’s fat throat
onto the concrete street
where skateboarding punks
in abstract style
weave and swerve
loiter in curves
paint the town red
jump gray curbs
with maniac verve
and surgical nerve,


a pack of twirling
dervishes dizzy
and swirling,
these uncelibate
monks who athletically
pray, hope against hope,
tearing and scaring down
the steep speeding slopes
towards a bruised bit
of a sit on the landing
strip sidewalk
and the sweet curling
smoke of rolled
up joints packed
tight as twins
or swarthy
archbishops,

holy commotion!
they suck deep
on their chalice filled
with sacramental chaos
of most potent dope!