9009. EXTREME SPORTS AND YOU HAZARD THE HANDLE

EXTREME SPORTS AND

YOU HAZARD THE HANDLE

I want to know why I 

came here. It was some 

sort of mystery in my head.

I recalled vague sensations 

of a melancholy feeling. 

Now there's nothing left

but this old edge of the 

yellowed park. I walk 

down to the entry gate 

 -  the only thing there 

is some old man taking 

tickets. Everything else

is long and solid gone.

I have dreams like this,

sometimes; and they're 

worth less than the

nickel you offer.