This poem was written about two weeks ago by Bishop, a guy some friends and I met while skating around 2am in the back of Union Square. We had just finished doing a mini Broadway Bomb practice run and the girls were working on learning their power slides while we guys got our “steez” on, all in the name of drawing attention to the awesomeness that is longboarding. Bishop stopped to ask someone for a cigarette, those things are disgusting, and as he looked a little down I asked him if he would like join us as we relaxed between runs. Turns out Bishop was going through some hard times and was on his way to spend the night sleeping on the trains. Very intelligent, well-spoken guy but a victim to the economy. We sat and talked with him for an hour or so, me doing more skating than talking. He loved every minute of it and by the end of our time together it was very visible that his spirits had been lifted and in his words he had been “inspired”. Bishop left with a different outlook on skaters/skating and decided to leave us something as well.
Cutting through the summer breeze
behind a session of smoking trees
Flipping, bobbing in any direction,
lets gather the masses of insurrection.
Moving through traffic, eating the curb
while others admire yet hate our swerve.
Combining ingenuity with aerodynamics,
molding this park as if doing ceramics.
Behold a truth is known
boarding is no longer danger prone
its about combining passion, dexterity and skill
to leap any obstacles moving or still
Boarding isn’t just about inner power
It is lighting this world in its darkest hour.
Thank you Bishop for this poem that to me so aptly describes our passion. I look forward to better times for you and to our paths crossing again.
Dedicated to Natalie Semkiw, Maribeth McHugh, Adam Crigler, Balto Sequoia, Solomon…..and you!
BUSTIN!- JOIN THE MOVEMENT!