i am a nascar
on rookie skis
i can turn left
then i freeze,
right-turn begs
a superhuman effort
invariably bringing me
down to my knees.
i am a downhill
champ on flats
slope it gently
and i go splat,
add to it a
turn or two
and watch me zoom
like a blind dingbat.
a freefall artiste
down the chutes
taming steep trails
shaking in my boots,
and as the blues
turn to double-black
my jewels shrink into
their teeny-weeny sack.
it then hit me, i'm brown
in an endless field of white
i'd better play it safe
hang on to dear life,
this desi in denial
needs to focus on survival
and try his very best to
not be dead on arrival.
